The Stormblood estate sprawled across a mountain plateau like a fortress built by titans.
In the main hall, three figures stood before a massive projection showing the gathering storm at Sorne.
Chiron Stormblood was exactly what one would expect from a man called the strongest in Erebon.
His frame was massive and bulky.
White hair fell past his shoulders, and when he moved, the air itself seemed to ripple from his electricity.
His daughter Charlotte stood to his right, her storm-colored eyes tracking the projection with scholarly interest.
And on Chiron's left, arms crossed with obvious irritation, stood Garrick Stormblood.
He was twenty years old, built like a warrior who'd never lost a fight.
His expression carried the kind of arrogance that came from being born into power and never having it seriously challenged.
