The night outside Pyris's office had grown darker, and the city below buzzed with the energy of an empire that never truly slept. But here, in the towering Obsidian Tower, a quiet storm brewed. Pyris stood alone, staring out over the imperial capital, his mind already racing with the next steps he needed to take.
The Emperor and the Vampire royal family had struck at his family in the shadows. They believed their attack would cripple House Obsidian—believed they could break his family's legacy.
But they had miscalculated.
They had underestimated him!
Pyris turned back toward his desk, a quiet fury simmering beneath the calm, collected mask he wore. His fingers drummed lightly against the polished wood surface as he considered his options. The evidence he had uncovered was damning—proof of betrayal from within and from without.
