Oliver carefully poured the finest tea into porcelain cups, the steam rising slowly and filling the room with a soft herbal aroma. He placed the cups on the table with quiet grace, his movements calm and practiced. Blanco sat across from them, his eyes wide with disbelief as he looked at the Blank family.
His gaze moved slowly from Sophia's composed face to Ray's curious eyes, then finally settled on Ethan, who sat at the head of the table.
'What kind of family is this?' Blanco thought, his mind racing. 'They look so calm and refined... And that aura... What's with that look? Is there some kind of secret technique that makes them look godly?'
His eyes narrowed as he stared at Ethan. He could feel something unusual coming from him. It wasn't just strength,it was something sacred.
'No... this can't be. He's radiating the power of light? But how? That's impossible unless he's blessed by the Goddess herself.'
