Chapter 403 Shadow Pavilion
In Iceland, a building resembling a church stood tall. Yet, this structure wasn't a house of worship—it was the headquarters of the Shadow Pavilion. Inside, the atmosphere was thick with tension, every corner of the room heavy with the weight of decisions yet to be made.
The Shadow Pavilion, an assassin organization originally founded by Americans, had moved to Iceland over twenty years ago. Over time, it had evolved into the most formidable assassin network in the country. But recently, the Pavilion had stopped taking on missions, its operations grinding to a halt.
Why?
Because the Kingslayer Alliance had been putting the pressure on them. The message was clear: surrender or perish.
The Shadow Pavilion was governed by three major palaces: the Pluto Palace, the Yaksa Palace, and the Blood Prison Hall. Today, the three kings of these palaces gathered to discuss the future of the organization.
All three kings were in agreement—the Kingslayer Alliance was expanding at an alarming rate, and to resist them would be suicide. Their only choice, as they saw it, was to join the alliance.
At the head of the meeting sat Thomson Hutch, a middle-aged man with a thick mustache. He was the master of the Shadow Pavilion. His face, usually calm and commanding, now showed signs of deep concern.
Hearing the three kings' proposals, Thomson's brow furrowed. "Joining the Kingslayer Alliance means we would be fully antagonizing the martial arts world of the United States. Are you all certain this is the right choice?"
Thomson's hesitation was clear. His reputation and the Pavilion's legacy were important to him, and giving in to the Kingslayer Alliance felt like a betrayal. But he knew the alternative was likely extinction.