Rocot: Reborn

The dark storm tore through the peaceful starry sky like a raging wave. Above the clouds of the future world, Rocot stood on the top of the highest tower of the Shadow Castle, his eyes absorbing the light in the night like a deep black hole. His whispers caused the air around him to tremble slightly, and an unknown undercurrent was brewing.

This man, once the king of the night, possessed the power to control everything, but fell because of a betrayal. Now he stands at this intersection of time and space with a new identity. The flame of revenge burns in his heart, but deeper than that is the endless calculation of the future.

In the shadow of the castle, a thin figure with fluttering clothes approached Rocot silently. This was Rocas, Rocot's confidant and adviser, and he brought the latest news.

"My lord, our plan has been arranged and we are just waiting for your order." Rocas' voice was cautious, as if he was afraid of disturbing Rocot's contemplative outline.

Rocot slowly turned around, his eyes flickering with various plans. "It's time, Rocas. Send out our signal, and let those fools who betrayed me know that the Night King has returned."

Rocas bowed his body slightly, expressing obedience and awe. "Do it immediately, my lord."

Just as Rocas turned around to give the order, Rokod's eyebrows slightly raised, as if he had sensed something unusual. He stretched out his hand and gently stroked the air, and suddenly a spell took shape, summoning a black ball of light to appear in his palm.

"Who?" His cold voice was like the north wind blowing through the desert.

There was gradually movement in the corner shrouded in darkness. A figure in a gray cloak stepped out, and the eyes under the mask flashed with an unusual light.

"It's an honor that Lord Rocot still remembers my existence." The man's voice was deliberately calm, but it could not hide the sharpness in it.

Roccod narrowed his eyes. He remembered this voice, this shadow. It was one of the few opponents who escaped his grasp in the darkness that night. "Why are you here, Xinjilante?"

Xinjilant walked slowly, each step was firm and profound, "Let's see who is controlling the undercurrent of the world again."

As the two exchanged words, the distant skyline gradually turned the color of morning light, as if foreshadowing the coming of a new storm. And Rocot knew that his journey had just begun.

In the castle's grand hall, a mysterious and important party is being held in secret. Many dignitaries from the Shadow Kingdom have come here secretly, each of them wearing a mask, with calculations and greed hidden in their eyes. In the spacious hall, only low voices and secrets of conspiracy can be heard.

Rocot sat on the throne on the stage, his helmet drooping over half of his face, leaving only a pair of eyes, which scanned the people present with a cold look. His heart was filled with a desire for power and a resolute revenge.

"Everyone, do you know why we can't have this gathering here tonight?" Rocot's voice was low and magnetic. It echoed in the hall and caused silence.

Everyone was whispering to each other, but no one dared to speak first. They were all waiting, waiting for the announcement of the former King of Darkness.

"Tonight, I will proclaim the beginning of a new era, the era of Rocot!" As his voice fell, an eager light appeared on everyone's faces, which was the enthusiasm and ambition for the future.

At this moment, there was a quiet movement in a corner of the hall. A figure emerged silently from the originally nameless shadows. No bystanders noticed it, as if it had never existed.

"We are ready to follow Lord Rocot and sweep across the world!" A noble stood up and shouted loudly. His words were like igniting gunpowder, immediately causing cheers and noise.

Rokod's gaze shifted, locking onto that insignificant fluctuation. A sneer appeared on his face, a movement that he dared not hide. It was not an opponent, but just a part of his future layout.

Just as everyone was immersed in dreams of the future, suddenly, the shadow of betrayal gradually approached. A figure in a gray cloak emerged from the dense shadows, and the mask on his face seemed to be covered with a layer of ice, making it difficult to peek into his true emotions.

"When is the ground covered with poisonous snakes?" Rocot's voice was flat, and he seemed not to be shaken by the appearance of the newcomer, but there was a light as sharp as a knife hidden in his eyes.

The noise in the hall suddenly stopped, and everyone's attention shifted to the cloaked man. This sudden silence added a bit of tension to the upcoming fight.

"It's an honor that Lord Rocot still remembers my existence." The voice of the cloaked man came slowly, and there seemed to be a violent wave hidden under the deliberate calmness.

Rocot narrowed his eyes, trying to distinguish the familiar and harsh voice. "Why are you here, Xinjilante?"

Xinjilant took a light step, his steps were steady and deep, and every step he took was like a tuning hammer hitting the heartstrings of the future. "Let's see who is controlling the undercurrent of the world again."

Their eyes collided, without sparks but stronger than sparks. In this calm confrontation, the gears of the story slowly turned, and a new story began.

However, before the two of them could have a direct confrontation, an unexpected noise interrupted the frozen atmosphere, and everyone's eyes turned to the source at an almost incredible speed...

Rokod's eyes moved away from Xinjilant, and fighting spirit surged in his eyes. He couldn't take action at this moment. Today's gathering was just to pave the way for subsequent plans, and he couldn't allow any possible risks to interfere with this process.

Just as the unexpected voice sounded, he caught a glimpse of a familiar silhouette from the corner of his eye. Roccod raised his eyebrows slightly, and a hint of surprise appeared on his face hidden under the mask.

The scattered sounds became clearer, and the door of the hall was suddenly pushed open from the outside. A beam of moonlight slanted in and shone on the person standing at the door.

The man reeked of alcohol and stood there crookedly, as if he would fall down at any moment. When he looked up at Rocot, his eyes revealed a strange firmness. The badge on his collar shone brightly in the moonlight, revealing his identity - a member of the Night Shadow.

"Who are you? How dare you break into our party like this?!" a dignitary stood up and asked angrily.

Rocot did not speak. His eyes seemed to penetrate the man's appearance, searching for something. The surprised expression on his face gradually turned into a hint of surprise. The person he was waiting for seemed to have arrived earlier than he expected.

"You have nothing to do here, leave." Rocot's voice was suddenly soft, but unquestionable.

Unexpectedly, there was no commotion as the man staggered out of the hall. He looked back before leaving, and his eyes seemed to say that he saw Rocot.

When the man completely disappeared into the night, Rocot turned around, and the ripples in his eyes gradually turned into a resolute light. "Let's continue." His voice echoed in the hall, and the future story had been quietly rewritten.

The tense atmosphere in the hall was instantly broken after Rokod's words. The fear in everyone's eyes seemed to be replaced by his determination, and they began to calculate in their hearts. They knew that the monarch of the Shadow Kingdom was not an ordinary person, and every decision he made would affect the future.

At this moment, a burst of nervous footsteps suddenly came from outside, and the footsteps were full of confusion and anxiety, quickly approaching the hall. This sudden change made everyone quietly put down their glasses and look towards the entrance of the hall with vigilance.

The guard at the door raised his weapon with a low shout and stood straight in front of the door, but this invisible barrier could not prevent the advent of bad luck. Suddenly, the guard was knocked away by a black shadow, and after a dull thump, the door of the hall was violently pushed open.

"Report - the one who comes has bad intentions!" A terrified messenger came forward, his clothes torn on his shoulders, blood trickling from his mouth and nose. His shouts were intermittent, and he almost rushed into the hall dragging his injured body.

A cold light flashed in Roccod's eyes. He did not stand up, nor did he even raise his eyebrows. He asked in a deep voice, "Why are you so flustered?"

The messenger took a breath and uttered a few words with difficulty: "There was a sudden change... at the southern border..."