The sound of a palm striking a cheek resounded through the empty halls of the pristine building. The festivities outside the prestigious Transylvania Academy were drowned out by the roar of thunder and the bolt of lightning that lit up the dark room where two figures loomed—one kneeling before the other.
It was a familiar scenario for those who often stood behind the grand doors of that room, where ‘talks’ between the two frequently took place.
“I told you to win! Was that so hard? You are my son! This should have been easy for you, yet you lost to someone of unknown origins. Pathetic!”
A glint of silver flashed in the darkness as lightning illuminated the room. The man’s clean-cut silver hair shimmered under the light. Standing with his broad back to the windowpanes, the only thing bri
