Dualities | Solo levelling X Tbate

The Birth of his Majesty

A considerable amount of time had elapsed since the incident involving the council. Thankfully, Virion had adeptly dealt with the aftermath, smoothing out the complications that arose, while Jin woo took charge of managing the mysterious disappearance of the dwarven royalty. However, amidst these pressing concerns, far more significant matters demanded his attention.

Ellie's Birthday.

Sauntering through the vibrant party, Jin woo found solace in the soothing melodies emanating from the pianos, their harmonious notes intertwining and weaving a tapestry of tranquility. The joyous atmosphere, punctuated by the cheerful laughter and animated conversations of the guests, served as a balm for his frayed nerves. As he gracefully moved among the revelers, the ambiance embraced him, offering a respite from the weighty responsibilities that burdened his mind.

"Brother," a voice called out, and Jin woo turned to find Arthur standing before him, clad in an impeccably tailored all-black suit. His scarlet hair, now styled in a neat bun, framed his face, with a few stray strands gracefully cascading down his shoulders.

"You're dressed well." Jin woo complimented.

"I can't say the same about you," Arthur replied, his voice laced with a hint of amusement, as he gestured towards Jin woo's understated attire.

"Why does it matt—" Jin woo began to say, but his voice came to an abrupt halt as a chillingly familiar and ominous voice resonated from behind him.

"Jin—" Alice called out, her voice cutting through the air as she strode up to him, her gaze scrutinizing his attire. "You're not seriously planning to wear that during the party, are you?" she asked, her question carrying a rhetorical weight that left Jin woo swallowing hard, fully aware that this was more than a simple inquiry.

"Absolutely not, my cloths are just upstairs," Jin Woo stammered, his words escaping his lips with a tinge of nervousness. Alice, overwhelmed with a sense of relief, exhaled audibly, her anxiety dissipating. "Go get changed then," she assured, her voice tinged with a mixture of satisfaction and determination. Meanwhile, Arthur, though internally struggling to suppress his amusement, maintained a facade of composure, his attempts to contain his laughter proving futile.

Fixing a penetrating gaze upon Arthur, Jin Woo swiftly maneuvered himself away from prying gazes, keen to evade any suspicions. Upon isolating himself, his shadow became an inseparable companion, clinging to him like an intimate second skin. Shortly thereafter, a meticulously tailored suit, an impeccable replica of Arthur's attire albeit marginally more spacious, enfolded his form with an embracing fit, accentuating his silhouette.

"Perfect" he murmured approvingly, a satisfied smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Jin Woo strode purposefully back to the gathering, his gaze now a striking fusion of vivid purple emanating from his otherwise grey irises. "Shadows," he commanded in a commanding yet melodic tone, his voice carrying an air of authority, "position yourselves within the depths of each person's shadow, and alert me if any unwanted individuals approach." In response to his decree, a legion of shadow soldiers obediently dispersed, blending seamlessly into the bustling crowd of oblivious humans.

"Woo," a voice, rich and velvety as nectar infused with hints of honey, called out from the depths of the space behind him. Startled by the familiar timbre, Jin Woo's heart momentarily ceased its rhythmic dance within his chest, as he turned around.

In a graceful stride, Sylvia emerged, her presence captivating and her attire an embodiment of elegance. Her dress, crafted from black silk, embraced her form with a flawless drape, its luxurious fabric intertwining seamlessly with her ethereal snow-white tresses. Delicate golden embroidery adorned the dress, delicately tracing intricate patterns across her fingers and body that added a touch of opulence to the ensemble.