Rite of Shadow

Vergil, Aeka, and Freya returned to Avalorne after nearly a week in Silvermere. Though some part of their mission had been successful, Vergil's nerves had been on edge since the third day of their absence. His five adopted daughters, despite being under the care of their skilled household staff, still needed his presence and guidance. As they approached the gates of their estate, the sight that greeted them was far from ordinary.

The five girls ran toward Vergil as soon as he dismounted, their expressions filled with relief but also fear. Clinging to him, they nervously pointed toward a figure standing by the entrance of the manor—a person with grayish-black hair and piercing blue eyes that mirrored Vergil's own.

The figure exuded an aura of deathly cold and overwhelming menace, wrapped entirely in a black hooded cloak. In his hands, he held a massive scythe, the blade gleaming with a ghostly light. The very air seemed to chill as their presence loomed over the courtyard.