Hundreds of monsters of the Soaring Chain Island were hiding on the borders, hoping to survive the storm brought by the Three Lords. Dozens of monsters and one young Phantom were trying to reach the Twilight Crystal, hiding deep underground.
The owner of these beautiful lands, with eyes as bright as the wise sun, fought against the three arrogant Earls, intent on protecting both his people and his status.
Another Phantom was trying to get to the scene of the events to take part in it and become a major star.
But, amidst the growing chaos, there was one man who took the position of a mere spectator.
Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.
The bottles on the table shook, but not the glass in Kenward's strong hand. The bright rays of the sun, full of warmth, did not prevent him from sitting in his hat and scarf, as a long black coat covered his body.
