The morning air in Duskhaven City hung heavy with the scent of ozone and damp pavement, a characteristic gloom that mirrored the tension radiating through the living room of the Carvel residence. Dominic Mylod stood near the periphery of the room, his posture unnervingly still. To the casual observer, he was merely the live-in son-in-law, a man who had traded his dignity for a roof over his head. But beneath that placid surface lay the soul of the Lord of the Dragon Temple, a man whose very name once caused tremors in the foundations of global power. He watched with cold, calculating eyes as the matriarch of the Flynn family paced the floor.
"Well?" Nanny Flynn barked, her voice cracking like a whip. Her eyes, clouded by age but sharp with malice, swung toward the man she considered a sta
