"Don't move!" Voices rang out as the knights advanced, the metallic clash of their dark armor cutting through the silence.
Raiden stayed motionless and silent. Their words fell on deaf ears—not that he had any desire to move regardless. His golden eyes drifted around, lost in a confused daze.
"You are under arrest, Raven." The knights took their positions, maintaining a cautious distance from him.
At the mention of the name Raven, Raiden's eyes narrowed instinctively. Once more in his travels, a sharp, painful sensation seized his chest, compelling him to stagger backward.
He carried many titles—the bookkeeper, the moon dragon, lieutenant of the chaos armada.
But who was he truly beneath them all? Was he Raven, the false identity that had earned him his lieutenant's position?
Raiden, the last of the Night family and faithful guardian of the books? Jack, the assassin who had murdered his own brother?
