A letter from Yang Family
Sacred Deity Sect…
In the dimly lit hall of the volcanic castle, carved in the vast volcanic mountain for secrecy...
An imposing gathering of the Clark family's upper echelons sat around a massive obsidian table.
The air was thick with the scent of burning incense, which did little to mask the underlying tension. At the table's head, Lady Clark, Kent's mother, clad in her ceremonial black and gold robes, presided with an air of icy command.
All the members were silently offering prayers to their ancestors. Beside Lady Clark, her old father, the current patriarch of the Clark family, sat in solemn gaze.
Anjan, a towering figure with skin as dark as the volcanic rock surrounding them, approached quietly. He held a jade slip, the glow from its intricate carvings casting eerie shadows on his face.
"Lady Clark." Anjan's deep voice resonated through the hall as he bowed, presenting the slip with both hands.