In the quiet solitude of his chamber, Reaves exchanged his formal attire for garments befitting the impending clash, a symbolic donning of armor for the imminent battle.
Kneeling before the portraits, Reaves offered a silent prayer, "Ancestors, forgive me for the path I tread. I'll do whatever it takes to shield my family from this menace. May your spirits guide me." A plea for forgiveness echoed through his mind. The weight of responsibility pressed upon him, but with resolve coursing through his veins, he rose, prepared to confront the shadows that threatened to envelop his world. The echoes of footsteps reverberated through the manor as Reaves stepped out, ready to face the impending darkness.
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