The rain gradually faded away.
The pitch-black night grew even more obscure and murky.
In the capital city, where towering buildings cast looming shadows, darkness thickened like ink.
Porter Family Manor, living room.
*Crack!*
A teacup shattered, scalding liquid splashing onto grandpa Porter's robes.
The searing pain made his brows knit tightly.
"Grandpa!"
A servant gasped in alarm, immediately grabbing tissues to rush forward and wipe him down.
"Leave it," grandpa Porter waved a hand to stop them, his expression grim as he spoke.
"All of you, out."
"Yes, sir."
The servants waiting on either side bowed their heads and swiftly retreated.
The spacious living room was now empty except for grandpa Porter, Mr. Porter, and the two men who had come to report earlier.
"Loric" Grandpa Porter's inscrutable gaze fell upon the brawny young man.
His aged yet profound face bore an indescribable sternness and gravity.
"Still no word from Bryan?"
