C503 Three Drops of Tears

On a night like any other, under the same starry sky.

In the quiet corner of the palace, a figure draped in icy blue sat alone beside a stone platform, with a solitary lantern held by a silent guard behind him. The dim candlelight cast a soft glow on the golden mask he wore.

He turned the pages of an old, yellowed book, his fingers as pale as ivory. Finally, his hand paused