Enemies flock together

While Karsha was busy nurturing a rune to level up his attack power, somewhere in the human kingdom, seven people gathered around a table in a dimly lit room. The atmosphere was tense, and their faces were etched with seriousness, creating a gloomy ambience that permeated the room.

The flickering candlelight cast long shadows, adding to the sombre mood. The seven individuals, each with a distinct presence, sat in silence, their expressions grim. It was clear that whatever had brought them together was of utmost importance and weighed heavily on their minds.

The first to speak was someone Karsha knew all too well. "I called you all here because we have something—or rather, someone—in common. I hope I don't need to spell out who this person is," Hugh Varon, Vance's father, said, his voice cold and unyielding. His blue eyes betrayed a flicker of anger and concealed killing intent.