Chapitre 417: Chapter 397 "Death God" Chris

In the Midell Family Manor, the once tranquil and harmonious scene was shrouded in an invisible tension, and air was filled with an indescribable heaviness, involuntarily tightening the hearts of those present.

Every corner seemed to harbor unknown malice, and the servants in the Midell family estate walked down the empty corridors with breaths held tight, their footsteps echoing more hurriedly and cautiously than usual, as if every step tread upon the edge of the unknown.

A trace of unease shone in their eyes, and their voices were lowered in conversation, lest they stir the undercurrents beneath the silence.

In the garden, flowers that once competed in splendor had lost their color, and the occasional dewdrop sliding off their petals seemed like silent sighs. The birds no longer sang cheerily as before, and their scarce cries sounded particularly grating, as if forewarning of something about to happen.