His purple cloak fluttered slightly in the wind. The darkness of night descended on the lands of the Empire. Lox stood on a small balcony in the palace, enjoying the silence of the night. His white hair was blown by the wind. He thought for a moment, but quickly came to his senses and, lifting his scarf, covered the lower part of his face, feeling a presence behind him. Lox clutched the poisoned dagger in his hand, deciding to play it safe and turned around to see who had disturbed him on this