Chapter 1: Ignorance in the Den of Debauchery.
"At first we laughed at Dynasties Online, then came terror, helplessness, greed, until finally we all willingly or not – took part in the constant conflict."
"All this stemmed from that fateful day."
"The announcement of Dynasties Online."
Lee Smith, CEO of Emart
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Rain beat down on a lonely figure standing before 2 snow-white marble graves lay before them, a mix of pink and purple flowers drip clear rainwater onto the cracked concrete below. Rigid ice-cold hands hold the strong oak handle united to the pitch-black protective canopy, which hung motionless overhead as the relentless rain pitter-pattered down the spiked edges.
The young man, seemingly unbothered by the downpour of liquid around him, his turquoise eyes mesmerised in nostalgia as his chestnut brown hair blows softly in the breeze. The rounded face stared softly at the marble grave, his mouth curved into a slight frown as a tsunami of memories break his normally cold and stoic demeanour as wisps of unattended facial hair bereft of care adorn the lower part of his face and jaw. A white shirt meets with the sleek black suit, providing polite protection for his body as he is lost in the sea of memories, its violent waves crashing into his mind.
"Young master James?"
"Young master James?"
An older man said, repeating himself a little louder than before, standing a few meters away from the figure, a long black fur-trimmed coat draped over one arm. The lonely figure, a young 30-year-old man, paying respect to those who have long passed away, seems to snap out of his stupor as he looks over at the old butler standing a few meters away.
"It was 15 years ago today, wasn’t it?"
"Yes, young master...."