Norvalien Residence
A grand colonial-style villa stood majestically within the elite district of Makazhar City. Crystal chandeliers glimmered across the vast hall, casting a cold, almost oppressive light that seemed to seep into the shadows and fill the space with unease. On this particular night, however, that delicate tranquility was shattered by an arrival most unexpected.
From a swirling vortex of dark mist, Daraka emerged, accompanied by his followers. A mystical hum resonated through the walls, making the very air vibrate with tension. Between them, two bodies were carried—Rudi and Jogo.
Their forms bore the marks of a violent assault, partially burned and scarred by injuries that spoke of unnatural force. Their eyes remained open, yet vacant—empty glassy orbs where life and spirit had once shone. The anguish that radiated from them was not merely physical; it was a deep, internal shattering, a soul fractured beyond recognition.
