The celestial bodies cast their glow on all beneath.
The night was eerily quiet, as if a storm was brewing, and calamity loomed.
In a villa in the Harkers clan,
Francisca's back reclined against the wall, bearing the weight of unimaginable fear, regret and depression.
Chugging down a bottle of alcohol, she stared blankly at the pictures displayed across the holographic screen before her.
Her husband…
Her son..
Her daughter…
Her sister…
And now, death definitely loomed above the clan.
This was all because of one person, Kailen Darkhaven..
"Enough pride. I have to escape. Let the clan perish. Kailen Darkhaven. I will return for revenge one day."
Francisca was about to slip through a teleportation gate, a personal one constructed right outside her manor, when she heard sounds of battles occurring in the clan.
When she walked out, what she saw was completely confusing and puzzling.
The clan members were fighting one another, engaged in battles of different magnitudes.
