Ravendale lay ensnared in a web of fear, its once-vibrant streets now mere shadows of their former selves. With each passing day, William's reign of terror intensified, a relentless wave of violence that crushed all hope beneath its heels. The councilmen had fallen one by one, their lifeless bodies serving as grim reminders of his unyielding power. Fear hung in the air like a thick fog, smothering any flicker of resistance that dared to ignite.
William reveled in his victories, his once-faded ambitions now burning brightly. Seated upon his dark throne, he surveyed the remnants of his enemies' strength. Sylvia stood beside him, her expression a mixture of admiration and apprehension as she watched him bask in the aftermath of his latest conquest—a powerful senator whose influence had threatened to challenge William's growing authority.
