The dawn of the Heaven Sacrifice Ceremony loomed over Duskhaven City like a gathering storm of prestige and power. To mark the eve of this historic occasion, the matriarch of the Flynn family, Nanny Flynn, convened an emergency family council within the ancestral villa.
Though framed as a strategic meeting, the atmosphere was thick with the suffocating scent of vanity. It was less a deliberation and more a coronation for Eddison Flynn’s branch of the family. They were the undeniable sun around which the rest of the sycophantic relatives orbited. Naomi Moore stood sentry at the mahogany entrance, her eyes gleaming with avarice as she monitored a massive, crimson silk-lined chest designated for "congratulatory offerings." Her husband, Tristan Flynn, sat beside her, meticulously recording ev
