Chapter 77

• The grand ballroom of the Knight estate glittered with chandeliers, their light glinting off crystal glasses and polished marble floors. But beneath the glamour, tension rippled like a current. Nicholas Knight, the formidable patriarch of the Knight empire, stood at the center, his presence commanding silence.
• “My friends, brothers,” Nicholas began, his deep voice carrying effortlessly across the hall.
• “We are scattered, divided by borders, titles, and petty rivalries. The time has come to put aside these divisions. To stand as one race, one people. United, stronger than the world could ever imagine.”