Ever since that fateful day when Cassius purged his mansion and uprooted the traitors from within, the Holyfield household—once the very embodiment of stability and power, a family whose influence rivaled that of royalty itself—began to quake for the first time in years.
The once-proud servants who used to walk with their heads held high now moved cautiously, their gazes averted, their steps careful as though afraid of drawing attention.
Tension choked the air within the estate, an invisible storm looming over the grand halls that had once been filled with certainty.
Even beyond the mansion's walls, the commoners of Holyfield couldn't help but murmur amongst themselves, their voices laced with curiosity and apprehension.
What happened?
Why does the estate feel…different?
What exactly did Cassius Vindictus Holyfield do?