Chapter 67: New Month, New Me

The mansion was silent under the eerie night sky. Shadows flickered across the broken walls, and the curtains swayed lightly in the gentle breeze, barely disturbing the heavy, tense air within.

The pillars stood fractured, their once grandiose forms now mere ruins, with shards of broken ornaments scattered across the cold floor.

Carrisa tightened her grip on the katana, her lithe form moving with the grace of a seasoned warrior. Each step was deliberate, soundless, her sweat-slicked hair clinging to her porcelain skin. The tension between her and the unseen enemy hung thickly in the air.

She lifted her hand, the silent command clear to the three women flanking her. Argint, her piercing eyes glowing with cold determination, was poised to strike.