The Former King
- * It's eleven in the evening, but the moon shined so brightly that lit up the clouds before it. The evening wind is gentle and cold. On the west tower of the coliseum, a man shrouded in a cape is leaning over the edge, and looking at the boy practicing his punches against a metal dummy outside the coliseum. There is a light bulb on the post near him, so the light is just enough for him to see his dummy. Every punch he lands, the clang echoes throughout the place, against the walls of the houses near him, and the shrouded man is glad to hear the power of those punches. Rising from behind him, a dark smoke came flowing up like water, and on it is Mila. She wore a casual clothing with a black jacket and black jeans. She instantly saw the man and wasn't surprised, for she already knows wh
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