It was already the crack of dawn. The horizon was painted with a reddish-orange hue as the sun was about to rise and shine marking the beginning of a new day. However, for some people, darkness still persisted more dreadful than ever.
Standing at a measurable distance from the backyard entrance metal gates of the royal castle, Kirin couldn't get a wink of sleep for the entire night, nor he could exhale a comfortable sigh of breath. The night felt abnormally longer to him than usual as well as tormenting.
All he could do was spent it fidgeting his toes and keeping a stern watch on the gate from behind the thick oak trunk.
