Page 36

The winged boy in the dungeons waits.

Waits, for the telltale groaning of the iron doors as they open for the first time in a year, bringing with them a blinding glare of light.

Waits, for the echoing footsteps to traverse across the slick black stone, accompanied by low, wary voices.

Waits, for the heavy chain around his ankle to be removed.

Alone in the expansive Bonseyo dungeons, Prince Jeon Eunwoo waits for freedom.

And when it approaches, he smiles.