Maid: And this is the Kaze-Ken's Royal Quarters. We just had it refurbished for your arrival. We hope that everything is to your liking.



Janus didn't speak. His eyes were fixated on the large mural next to his bed.



Maid: Is there something wrong, m'lord?



The prince made his way to the mural. It was of his father, the original Pale King, holding Amnion in his hands.



Janus: All is fine. I just.....need to be alone right now.



Maid: Ah, as you wish.



Janus: Make sure no one disturbs me.



Maid: Yes m'lord.



The maid left the room, leaving Janus to turn his attention back to the mural. There were two smaller figures by the Pale King's sides. To the right was Janus himself, and to the left was his ........estranged sister. Janus looked up to his father's face.



Janus: Don't worry, father.



His mouth curled into a sinister smile.



Janus: Your throne is in good hands.



His gaze turned to the figure at the left. The figure of his sister, Cora.



Janus: As for you........



He soon stood in front of his sister's image.



Janus: We will meet again, sister......and when we do......



From beneath his cape he drew his vibrosword, its blade glowing a vivid azure hue.



Janus:...... I won't hold back.



A storm of sparks ensued as he violently slashed at the image in front of him. Every strike left a smoldering gash in the wall. After a few moments the prince ceased, taking a moment to regain his breath before looking at his work. Cora's image was nothing more than a black stain on the wall.