A VISIT TO THE STORMFELLS

At the eastern part of Valoria kingdom resides a very prominent family known as the Stormfell family.

And at the grand hall of this Stormfell family, it was deathly silent.

Alaric knelt in the center, his head bowed, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

Around him, the Stormfell Elders sat in an imposing circular formation, their expressions unreadable.

At the far end of the hall, seated on the grand obsidian throne, was Lord Geralt Stormfell, his gaze heavy and unyielding.

Behind him, seated gracefully, were Alaric's mother and sister.

His mother's face held a faint trace of concern, while his sister's expression was unreadable, her violet eyes locked onto him in quiet observation.

The air was thick with expectation, the tension so palpable that it could suffocate a lesser man.

And then—

Lord Geralt finally spoke.

"Alaric."