Chapter 46 The Gathering Storm

• The heavy silence of grief hung over the Bloodstain Palace like a suffocating fog. The loss of Hemlock, a pillar of strength and wisdom, left an aching void that no words could fill. Alyssa moved through the halls with a cold determination, her eyes rimmed with red but her posture unyielding. She had grieved, yes, but now there was only resolve.
• In the main hall, Alyssa stood before her children—Lily, Rosy, and Alex—her expression firm. The flickering light of the chandeliers danced over their faces, casting long shadows against the stone walls. Mason and Killian lingered nearby, their arms crossed, their gazes sharp with focus.
• "We cannot wait for the next strike," Alyssa began, her voice low but steady. "Mordred has shown his hand. Killing Hemlock wasn’t just an attack...it was a message. He’s testing our strength."