A large castle structure made out of dark technology gleamed like polished obsidian in the moonlight. all of the forces that usually inhabited the castle were out on missions and he finally had some time alone to organize his thoughts. He stepped out of the throne room and onto the balcony.
He had found the perfect vessel in Aichi Sendou, unlike Ren he wasn't erratic. He was a steady drumbeat. Then that brat not only defeated Ren but also established a truce between Royal Paladins and the Shadow Paladins. Now that they have been restored life moves on. He still fights by Ren's side but it seems that Ren takes more joy in the fight than in the pursuit of victory.
At least he seldom used that infernal power, that made the blood of the denizens of Cray run cold. They knew there was a cost associated with all great powers and that was a cost too great to pay.
He had others to think of now. His people turned to him for leadership after Mordred left the position as he felt that he didn't deserve to be the leader.
He sensed the return of his brothers. It was time to put aside his personal confusion and become the Vanguard of the Shadows as he was always meant to be. He tightened his sword and with a flip of his cape returned to the throne room.