As the night fell over the city, the air was thick with an unspoken tension. Alaric stood by the window of his room, gazing out into the darkness. The recent events had taken a toll on him, but he felt a renewed sense of purpose. The alliance between the clans was holding strong, and they were making progress in their efforts to root out the remnants of Valerian's followers.
Downstairs, Adrian was seated at the dining table, staring at a letter in his hands. The words on the page seemed to burn into his mind: "I know your truth." He crumpled the letter, his expression a mix of anger and fear. He had always been careful, but now someone had discovered his secret.
