Hua Chen

The Heavenly Capital was silent. There wasn't a single sound, a single voice. It seemed that even nature itself feared to anger the crown prince, sending endless clouds and rain. So that not a single ray of light would penetrate this God-forsaken place. Hua Chen cautiously entered His Highness's chambers, and pulled his mask to the side, bowing low.

"Your Highness, my God..."

His gaze, from beneath his furrowed brow, was fixed on Se Lian, who was gazing at the gloomy landscape outside the enormous, carved window.