In the southern part of the Fanor Continent, a jet-black castle was built in a secretive location.
In the basement of the castle, the entire room seemed to be filled with a deep, dark mist, so dense that one could not see their own hand in front of their face.
Suddenly, the black mist began to subside, rushing towards the center of the room.
An extremely luxurious and exquisitely crafted coffin rested at the center of the room, adorned with gorgeous gemstones and gold leaf. The dark red Dragon Spirit Wood, worth its weight in gold, had been meticulously polished and carved, exuding a simple elegance and a hint of majesty.
As all of the black mist flowed into this exquisite coffin, a faint aura of authority emerged from within.
Creak~
The basement door was pushed open from the outside, and a pale, handsome man entered, bowed respectfully towards the coffin, and said,
"Prince Burns, Your Highness, what are your commands?"
"Marion, how long have I slept this time?"