The man fell limply to the ground, pain streaming down his body as he glared at the three individuals approaching him at an even pace. A cackle escaped his lips. "Me? Who am I? Why would the All-So-Great Patriarchs be concerned about that?" His voice sent a shiver down the spines of those below him, but it had no effect on the Patriarchs.
Years of experience had forged them into powerful fighters, and this man was nothing compared to the countless hurdles they faced to reach this point. "Besides...One's missing."
Michaelo's brow raised into an arch, his eyes narrowing at the man's words. 'This is private information, though'. The 12th family was not like the rest; they were often called the Shadow of the Great families due to their closed nature. Their abilities lay in the occult and supernatural, most of which had been branded as taboo by the Divine Kingdom.
