Alice had not set foot back in Black Hawk Nation.Right then, she was in Wyverna's Ol' Mare, at the White Mansion.Once a haven for foreign diplomats a century ago, the Governor of Ol' Mare had since turned it into the famed White Public Exhibition Hall, a showcase for historical treasures that drew
The secrets of the Moerr family's ancient stronghold were well-guarded mysteries.However, word did get around…"The Moerr family is on the move?"The next day, in the heart of Ol' Mare City, Alice's eyes sparkled with intrigue as her assistant delivered the news at the White Mansion. "The Jade-Crimson Alliance's leaders are all out for Alexander?"Her assistant nodded frantically, anxiously. "Miss, your father insists you come home at once. Youcef has lost it—he's out to wipe the Chesire family off the map. If you stay in Ol' Mare, it could be bad..."Bad for whom?Alice had been itching for a way to reach Alexander. It seemed fate had handed her the perfect chance."Tell my father I've got it covered."Alice lifted her hand in a graceful motion before spinning on her heel to head back to her bedroom. She slipped into a stunning, intricately cut-out gown that showcased her alluring collarbone. Climbing into her sleek white Maserati, she hit the gas and raced toward the towering New Ch
Deep into the night.In a forgotten corner to the southwest of the Ol' Mare city lay a tiny port, rarely touched by the bustle of human activity.The sea whispered against the hull of a cargo ship, heavy with industrial freight as it edged toward the dock. The night was thick around it, the vessel shrouded in darkness and not a single light to betray its presence."They're here!"Two shadows slipped from the watchtower onto the dock, eyes fixed on the approaching ship, their faces etched with an uneasy tension.Those men were part of Ol' Mare's shadowy underworld, smugglers who dealt in the desperate business of human smuggling and the darker trade of human trafficking. The stakes were sky-high, the profits massive, but the risks? They lived on the knife's edge, every day a dance with death.Tonight's job was high-stakes—a rendezvous with VIPs from the enigmatic Black Hawk Nation, set to land at that lonely port in the dead of night.The details were above their pay grade, all they kne
"You're trying to kill me?!" Youcef was taken by surprise, but his reflexes were quick. With a deft flick of his fingers, he deflected the sword's tip and retreated three swift steps, each one leaving deep imprints in the earth.With each failed strike, Nyx's attacks grew more relentless. His iron s
"Man, that was one hell of a punch!"20 kilometers from the Moerr family's ancient fortress, in a dim, quiet junkyard, Nyx slumped against the wall, his complexion deathly pale, breathing barely perceptible.He was so sure he could at least hold his own against Youcef, if not defeat him.However, wh
At the Moerr family's ancient stronghold in Black Hawk Nation…"Mister Youcef Moerr."The man with the dark, rugged face sat across from Youcef, his gaze fixed on Trajan, who was sprawled on a hospital bed. His voice, raspy and deep, carried the weight of the night. "Why wasn't I told sooner about m
The night remained thick with shadows.A mere five kilometers from the Baltimore Mansion, in a desolate stretch north of the coast, a man with a darkened visage stood atop a hillock, his posture as still as an ancient statue as though lifeless."Quite some time has passed. Have our members not retur
The Quantz family... That was Alexander's mother's side, an enigmatic clan with roots deep in Wyverna's ancient history!"You're familiar with the Quantz family?!"Alexander's eyes narrowed, his gaze locking onto Mister Yates, "What else do you know about the Quantz family? Out with it!"The man bef