A few days passed as the day of the True Awakening drew closer and closer. One by one, the Suns and Moons began to return, their presences slowly gathering like looming clouds before a storm.
The last time they had assembled at this level was during Asher's first awakening, the very same one in which he had failed.
Now, however, the tension that filled the entire Wargrave estate was palpable. It hung in the air like a dense fog. Every maid, butler, and knight walked on eggshells, practically quaking in their boots.
After all, meeting all the Wargraves at once was something so rare, so overwhelming, that even veterans of the estate felt unsettled. The Wargraves themselves wore cold, distant, or expressionless looks, faces carved from ice, which only served to deepen the terror in the hearts of those around them.
