In the darkness of the city, a group of people clad in jet-black leapt between the rooftops with swift movements. A tall man with silver hair led the group; behind him, two women and another man followed.
"Are you truly going to leave him to deal with this alone, Ivan?"
The voice was none other than Elizabeth, Ivan's wife and Nikolai's mother.
The group stopped at the easternmost tower overlooking the pier facing the Nosferatu's floating island.
'Elizabeth...'
Ivan turned back to the group, his large hands pressing down on her shoulders as he tried to give a comforting smile.
"If I were to step in now, it might affect our son's growth."
"B-But what if something happens... he's never done this before and so..."
Before Elizabeth could continue, Ivan interrupted her.
