In the grand meeting hall of the Li family estate, the atmosphere was thick with tension, a palpable weight that filled the expansive room. The moonlight streaming through the high arched windows did little to soften the darkness that clung to the space like an unsettling presence.
Lord Han Li sat at the head of the mahogany table, his eyes distant but simmering with fury. Across from him, his son Jian Li stood rigid, while Liang sat with a cold, emotionless expression, as if the tension in the room didn't even reach him.
The heavy silence was shattered by the sound of Lord Han slamming his fist onto the table.
"Kai... dead," he growled, the words barely escaping through gritted teeth. "My grandson, gone, because of some random bastard summoner?"
"You must be joking!"
"How dare that mere summoner go against my family!"
"It must have been one of his dragons. That's the only explanation. He's insulted me. Devouring a member of my bloodline."
