The moon hung high in the night sky, casting a ghostly pallor over the desolate landscape. Lucian stood alone amidst the remnants of his coven's sanctum, his heart heavy with devastation. The events of the night had left him shattered, his once indomitable spirit now wounded and vulnerable.
He stood amidst the wreckage, his heart heavy with the weight of loss and regret. His coven, once a brotherhood bound by shared purpose, now lay scattered and broken. And it wasn't only the outside but the coven itself couldn't be what it seems.
As he stared at the ruins, lost in his thoughts, a familiar voice broke the silence.
"My lord," a deep voice called out, carrying a mix of concern and weariness.
He turned to see Dimitri, his trusted second-in-command, approaching him with measured steps. Di
