Chapter 52: The Truth

The room was dimly lit, a stark contrast to the opulence of the Grand Hall. This room, nestled deep within the heart of the Vossmer estate, served a singular purpose: strategy.

The walls were adorned with intricate maps of Murim, detailing every major city, sect stronghold, and border. A long rectangular table dominated the room, surrounded by high-backed chairs reserved for the family's inner circle.

Graviel sat at the head, his commanding presence filling the space. Around him were Elder Lysandre, Elder Cedrin, Kaelric, Rendall—the captain of the family's intelligence unit—and Darius, the head steward of the household.

The air was thick with tension, but Graviel's tone was as sharp as a blade. "We've survived the attack on Dandelion," he began, his silver eyes scanning the room. "But survival is only the beginning. The Vossmer family will not falter—we will rise stronger."