The convoy of sleek, obsidian-black cars glided silently along the narrow road leading to the ancestral home of House Obsidian. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and magic that seemed to seep through the ancient trees lining the path.
The ancestral mansion, hidden deep within the Obsidian estate, was a fortress of stone and time, surrounded by walls that had withstood centuries of history. Its dragon-emblazoned gates marked the boundary of the power that House Obsidian wielded, not just in the empire but across realms.
This was the ancestral home for House Obsidian, a place they rarely visited but it has never been empty!
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Inside the lead car, Duchess Emberly Obsidian sat in quiet contemplation. Her mind, as sharp as ever, danced through the many threads of her current dilemmas, but one thought in particular dominated her attention apart from her constant attraction to Pyris—the viral.
