The shadows of Mount Mugang felt different as Jinmu moved through them, more alive somehow, as if they were aware of his presence and watching his every step. He had been searching for nearly an hour since leaving his copy to handle the tournament preparations, and the morning sun was climbing higher with each passing moment, marking time that he couldn't afford to waste.
Where would Do Giseon keep them? he thought, pausing behind a stone wall to survey the pavilion complex spread out before him. The Palace Master and her people aren't just prisoners—they're political assets. Too valuable to kill immediately, but too dangerous to keep anywhere obvious or easily accessible.
