Hearing Solterra, Bradley narrowed his narrow eyes, his handsome face shrouded in a thin mist, mysterious and unpredictable, exuding an aura of arrogance and coldness from head to toe.
His long, slender fingers clenched into fists, and after a few crackling sounds, the murderous intent in his ink-colored cold eyes was hard to conceal.
Solterra was his homeland, but it carried his painful memories.
He would never forget the tragedy that happened fifteen years ago in Solterra. Due to a rebellion, what was once a paradise turned into a place of misery. The Solterra Dynasty was turned into a river of blood overnight, with men, women, and children lying dead in pools of blood, with no survivors.
And he, amidst the dead bodies, barely clung to life, surviving as the only survivor of the Sol
