Alaric stood tall as his carriage moved steadily toward the Macallister stronghold. The air was tense with anticipation, and his sharp gaze cut through the night as he contemplated the task ahead. Gilbert sat silently beside him, his demeanor calm but focused, while the rest of the servants followed in another carriage behind them, each fully aware of the critical nature of their mission.
As they neared the gates of the Macallister stronghold, Alaric could feel the weight of his power humming beneath the surface. He kept it tightly controlled, as always, but it was ready to be unleashed at a moment's notice. His thoughts briefly drifted to Lucy, the weight of her suffering fueling his resolve. This was for her.
