The Sutrex mansion was a sight to behold.
It was massive, with roofs reaching into the heavens. The walls were platted with sleek materials that glimmered under the silver moonlight.
A long red carpet had been laid out in front, reaching the entrance of the mansion.
Malakai held a flushed Nyx gently by her arm, walking with the grace of a gentleman.
They had both dyed the color of their hair. Even if they'd resolved to change their faces, the blood crimson hair just had a way of drawing the attention of the masses, and tonight, the less attention they drew, the better.
He glanced around. They were the sole people walking on the red carpet. According to Whiteshade, the party had commenced more than an hour ago.
The Sutrex were not small in the city of Sylvastein. They were a family of blacksmiths, and as one of the leading people in charge of creating weapons, their influence had spread. The least an invited guest could do was arrive early.
