Rise of Assassin Brotherhood

The morning in the Avalorne mansion was like any other, filled with the lively energy of Vergil's family. The dining hall basked in sunlight streaming through tall windows, illuminating the warmth of their breakfast table. Mina and Lira were once again locked in a playful debate about assassination techniques, their words tumbling over each other. Meanwhile, Aria and Elen sat across from them, quietly exchanging notes on the nuances of magic. Sylvy, ever serene, focused solely on her food, seemingly immune to the commotion around her.

Vergil sipped his tea, observing the familial chaos with a faint smile. However, his sharp eyes didn't miss the slight pallor on Freya's face. "You seem pale today, Freya," he said, his tone calm but laced with concern. "Did you sleep well?"

Freya hesitated, her fork pausing midway to her mouth. "I had... an unusual dream last night," she admitted.

Aeka, sitting beside her, raised an eyebrow. "A dream? What kind of dream?"