The sun had barely risen over Ravendale, but the city was already wide awake, its people gripped by a fear that ran deep into the bones. The streets that once bustled with life were now eerily quiet, filled only with the hushed whispers of those too afraid to speak aloud. William's presence lingered in every corner, even though he himself was rarely seen. His attacks were swift, ruthless, and always left behind a trail of bodies—powerful figures who had once ruled the city, now reduced to nothing more than lifeless husks.
He was becoming a legend, a ghost that moved through the city like a shadow, unseen but always felt. And the city, once vibrant and alive, was slowly withering under his grip.
