A Household Bathed in Blood
Without delay, Priya personally led the five experts down the mountain toward Valemont.
The journey was swift.
None of them wasted a single moment.
Six figures raced across forests and rugged mountain paths like streaks of light, their robes fluttering violently behind them. The cold mountain wind whipped through the ancient trees, carrying the scent of damp earth and pine. Birds scattered into the sky as their powerful auras swept across the landscape.
Priya led the group from the front.
Her long silver hair danced in the rushing wind, shimmering beneath the afternoon sunlight. Her deep golden eyes remained calm, yet an invisible weight rested within them.
Every passing moment deepened the unease in her heart.
She had already learned from Elder Smith's confession that the Obsidian Wing had set its sights on Valemont.
The Tyson Family...
If they truly became the organization's primary target, then what awaited them could only be disaster.
