Chapter 207 The Path To Death

• Goldstein Residence, Yaleview.
• A gust of cold wind blew across the residence, enticing the wind chimes to sing their silvery song. It was supposed to be a beautiful melody, but only hauntingly so given the situation.
• An old man in a grey robe sat in the center of the main hall, his forehead tightly knit into a frown. He had a dignified look on his face that inspired fear from his enemies, but courage to his allies.