In a compact and slightly crowded room within Fischer Manor.
At this moment, several members of the Fischer family were seated around a table, their faces serious and focused, their eyes revealing an unmistakable sense of urgency. The air in the room was filled with a subtle tension, as if even breathing had become cautious.
Christine, the head of the White Fischer family, sat in a wheelchair, her hands crossed on the table, her gaze piercing as she scanned each person present.
Beside her, Felix's face was resolute, his brow furrowed, occasionally tapping the tabletop lightly with his finger, producing a low, rhythmic sound.
Although he was one of Darren's lineage, he often came to Nasir City. His eyes revealed his determination and resolve, as if he was brewing an important decision.
Sitting opposite him was a young man, High Priest Archer of the Dawn Church, whose eyes were also filled with an undeniable decisiveness.