Silent footsteps echoed through the majestic halls of the Sect's main headquarters, as Cain White, a figure shrouded in an air of calculated purpose, made his way toward his father's chamber. His movements were measured, each step imbued with a sense of unwavering determination. His heart burned with a vengeance, his mind a tapestry of intricate plans and ambitions.
As Cain approached the imposing double doors, adorned with intricate engravings that symbolized generations of power and influence, he paused, taking a moment to steady his emotions. The scent of incense wafted through the air, mingling with the weight of his purpose. With a deliberate breath, he pushed open the doors, revealing the opulent chamber beyond.
