Unknown flowers bloomed in the dark depth of the garden, skyscraping sycamore trees grew even taller with the motivation of their annual rings. However, none of these would stop the time from weakening people past their prime. For Duke Kachev Drakas Ferdinand, this dark corner of the garden suits his current emotion.
A rocking chair made of vine, a glass of Bodegan gold wine, a serving of thin pancakes, an antique book of some years, maybe all these were recreation for a worriless aged person, but for old Kachev, who knows? This old man was different from all the other old men. Prince O’Neil Andrew Morisette His Imperial Highness found out about that when he received the old man’s invitation.
The invitation goes:
The Wolf Hellfire, returned from the depths of hell, burns in its thoughts and fantasies.
Come, don’t hesitate, look in front of you, tear apart the hazy paths.
Come, don’t doubt yourself, leave the humiliation and fear to the hyenas.
