If a bomb had fallen into the room, its effect would not have been this great.
Marquis Aldren's eyes widened with panic and pure fear the moment he heard the name. His color faded to ash in that instant. He slammed his hands onto the dining table and sprang from his seat as if his chair had caught fire.
"WHAT?!"
Even Marchioness Calyra, that delicate and sorrowful woman, covered her mouth in horror at the name she heard.
No one could blame them for this reaction. Neither Eric nor Rose. Because the people Cassian was trying to fight were not ordinary bandits or a rebellious lord.
Obsidian Dawn.
That cursed cult that had brought disaster to the North lands with their thousands of years of history, rooted like poisonous vines all over the world, bringing only chaos, destruction, and calamity wherever they went.
As if turning the North into ruins was not enough, they had launched a treacherous and devastating attack on the Inferna Duchy.
