Inside the expansive and massive estate of the Silverthorn family.
Their grand manor stood at the center, surrounded by beautiful, well-trimmed fields filled with flowers of different colors.
Guards dressed in black uniforms holding both hot and cold weapons could be seen every few meters.
The atmosphere was beautiful and peaceful as the chirping of insects could be heard all around.
Inside the mansion, the Silverthorn family had all gathered, each wearing a pensive expression.
The usually relaxed family hall was unusually quiet. Members sat around the large table while others stood beside the walls, their expressions varying from worry to anger.
Everyone knew why they had been called here.
Seated in the main chair, the Silverthorn Patriarch looked at his children and other family members, his brother and sister.
His fingers tapped lightly against the armrest as he studied each person in the room before finally asking,
