The Moon, once a sentinel over the darkened forest, now hid behind thick clouds, casting the land into an oppressive, eerie darkness.
The wind whispered through the trees, a mournful cry that carried with it the scent of blood and death.
Amid the shadows, two crimson eyes burned like embers in the night, piercing through the veil of blackness.
They belonged to Lucian, who now strode toward Drake with a slow, deliberate pace.
Drake, trembling and on his knees, his breath ragged, could barely lift his gaze to meet those terrible eyes.
His voice cracked, desperate and trembling. "B-brother... forgive me. It was... it was all Julius's idea... he forced me to..."
Lucian stopped just short of him, his expression unreadable in the dim light, but his eyes — those blood-red eyes — glimmered with dark amusement.
Drake swallowed hard, his words spilling out in a frantic rush.
