The estate of the Drake Clan looked peaceful—people going about their tasks, shops open, customers lining up as if nothing had happened.
But beneath this thin veil of normalcy, the Drake Clan was far from healed. In truth, it was teetering on the edge of collapse. The losses they suffered were not minor; they were devastating. The backbone of the clan had been shattered.
The culprit? None other than the Blank Clan. They had orchestrated a ruthless, precise ambush that killed the Clan Head, his wife Denise, their son Enzo, and several of the most important elders. At least, that's what Matriarch Scyla believed with unwavering certainty.
The actual details of their deaths remained a maddening mystery. How could an entire elite unit vanish without a trace? How had the Blank Clan managed to eliminate them so cleanly? And Enzo—his corpse had a single mark on his chest, indicating he was killed with a single blow.
