"Forget it, maybe she's a representative of Zero. Let's go and meet her," a scholarly man with round eyeglasses stopped the futile discussion. The Haliva family was ready to tackle their enemy. They didn't believe someone in the third stage would come to cause trouble to a small family like theirs.
On the other side, Opal walked straight and ignored the guards staying put. She walked through the gap she had created in the gate.
The Haliva mansion stood grand and imposing, a testament to the family's wealth and influence in the underworld. It was a sprawling estate, with high stone walls stretching around its perimeter like a fortress, casting long shadows over the street.
Tall iron gates, now bent and broken by Opal's attack, normally kept unwanted visitors at bay. The air around the mansion felt heavy, the guards' fear made the luxury look like a grand façade.
