Stories spread around the kingdom of Nova for countless years. Stoic grandson of the king, Prince Kalen, was supposed to have been undergoing sword training when he was told to have disappeared. He had not been seen in the kingdom since. Until now. You could recognise those anthracite eyes anywhere, it had to be Kalen, the man who stood in front of you though... he no longer looked regal dressed in that simplistic attire. "Hello? Are you listening to me?" Kalen's hardened voice rang out.