Inside the massive mansion of Ravian Sinclair, the Marquess of the Sinclair family, a tense… or rather, a horrifying sight was unfolding.
Ravian Sinclair's eyes briefly shifted to the side.
All he could see was blood… covering the floors of his mansion, spreading across the once-pristine halls in enormous pools. Everywhere he looked, there were bodies scattered across the ground, one after another.
His guards, his maids… anyone who had dared to enter his room had been turned into lifeless, mangled corpses.
And outside the mansion… the same horrifying sight extended throughout his entire domain.
Civilians… servants… anyone who belonged to the Sinclair territory, regardless of their status or position, had been turned into pools of blood. The surrounding houses had been torn apart, their walls reduced to rubble as though some unimaginable force had swept through the entire area.
And the reason behind all this horror stood directly before his eyes.
"D-D-Duchess…"
