In the medieval and gloomy mansion sitting at the edge of the ashen mountain, there was a spacious dining hall. It was lit up by chandeliers that were hanging from the ceiling like the moon in the sky that could be seen through the open window.
Right beneath them was a fancy dining table with a drawing of sky beasts and dragons dancing around one another, their lengthy bodies stretching from one of its ends to the other, exuding an eye-catching charm.
Several people were sitting around it.
On the walls on each side of it, there were various paintings, but the one that caught everyone's eyes was the portrait fixed on the wall just behind Damien.
It depicted the mansion's owner dressed in black and sitting in a rose garden with many petals dancing around him and a hint of moonlight touching his youthful face, adding immense grace to his visage.
The eyes of Sandra and the others didn't remain on it for too long.