The Crowne Family Mansion was in chaos.
News had spread like wildfire through the gilded halls. One of their own—Axel's cousin—came limping in, face pale, trembling like a leaf in a storm. His words had shaken the entire estate.
"Axel... Lucien... they're dead. That boy... Ethan... he... he slaughtered them like animals."
Gasps, shouts, and curses filled the air.
"What nonsense are you spewing?!" Carla Crowne, Axel's mother, shrieked. Her eyes were bloodshot, mascara running down her face as she grabbed the messenger by the collar. "My son? DEAD?!"
He just nodded, eyes wide with horror. "And Aunt Mei… Lily… They were with him. He… he healed them. Then… he played with Axel and Lucien's bodies like they were broken dolls. I saw it! Over and over—he killed them, revived them, tortured them again—"
Carla screamed, collapsing to her knees.
