The room felt unusually dark.

That was likely because I hadn’t left a light on before falling asleep.

I drew on my inner energy to brighten my vision, and the room finally came into focus, albeit faintly.

Simultaneously, cold sweat began to trickle down my back.

Thump… thump…

My startled heart refused to calm down, pounding heavily in my chest.
It was only natural.

How could I not be shocked to wake up and find an assassin standing before me?

And not just any assassin—the figure before me was none other than the King of Assassins, the Amwang (Shadow …