Things were once peaceful and quiet in front of the Fosso Manor, but now, there seemed to be a small commotion. Creating a ruckus and disturbing the tranquility of the morning was a group of thirteen strangers who had gathered in front of the Fosso Manor, all of them with a displeased look on their faces. Their bodies were surrounded by strong magical powers which they exuded in anger. It was as if these people were ready to fight anytime.
Especially the man in a fiery red garb who stood among the others yet seemed to stick out the most. The man was exuding an astonishing power from his body. It was not the power of a warrior or a knight mage, but that of a second-level sage mage. The look on his face was that of anger, one that seemed like it could explode any minute. Because of the strong power that this man was emitting, the Fosso Clan’s servants were too afraid to confront him. All they could do was try to make this man calm down.
“Where is that coward Stoker!?”