Heavy rain poured down. Two figures faced each other—a royal soldier and a dark-robed man wearing a pantera mask.
Tenebrax spoke quietly. "The Night Order used to be the royal guard. Now we are branded traitors. Have you ever asked… why?"
The soldier (You) gripped his sword tighter, doubt lurking in his eyes.
"The decision is yours, soldier."
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