<An underground dungeon in the royal palace of Ashenburg>
"It's not too late, Your Highness." A man with short gray hair and a slightly hunched body said. He was walking down a dark alley lit by torches on the walls. "You don't need to do this. Please think about it beforehand."
The young man beside the man sighed. He wears a green robe with gold embellishments, indicating his high position in the country. "How many times do I have to tell you this? The Vorn Empire has already taken two great countries in one year. Soon it will do something to us. Hell, even some of our cities have already declared to join Vorn. As king, I have to do something."
Killian, the king's adviser, gulped. "But…"
"If you have no other solution, shut up!!!" The pale-skinned king snapped. "I'm tired of all kinds of problems in this country! I don't need your complaints every day! You are my adviser, not my whining child!"