The entire walls of Falmouth fell completely still once the cocoon fully closed.
Tamara took a slow drag of her cigarette. Even though she was two ranks above the young man, she couldn't believe she had to squeeze out every last drop of her mana to stop him from moving.
"Crazy bastard," she muttered, raising one hand in the air to signal the members of her pleasure house and others who bore the name Dragonforge to appear.
Over a hundred men materialized out of the shadows. Without a word, they all lurched forward and knelt before Tamara Dragonforge.
Unlike what Hinata thought, the Dragonforge family was far more complex than they appeared.
Their true depth was something that very few understood.
The Vanir Clan—a bloodline born from mana itself, or rather aether, the first form of mana.
To the world, they were known as the Wraiths: a group of powerful mythic beings capable of wiping out continents.
