The sprawling estate of Count Gregor loomed under the twilight sky, its jagged silhouette framed by dark, tempestuous clouds. A ferocious wind howled through the ancient trees that guarded the mansion like silent sentinels.
Inside the grand hall, shadows writhed grotesquely across timeworn tapestries and opulent furniture. Flickering candlelight bathed the polished marble floors and gilded fixtures in an eerie glow, a testament to the immense wealth and unchecked power of its master.
Before Count Gregor stood a hooded figure, his dark cloak merging with the oppressive dimness. The air was charged with an unspoken dread as he delivered his report, his voice barely rising above a whisper.
"My lord," he began, bowing slightly. "I bring news from the Valtieri domain. A flying vehicle was sighted landing at Count Valtieri's mansion. The Count's son emerged from it."
