Back at the Borgias Family estate, perched in the tallest and most fortified building in Sector 8, chaos reigned.
The halls, normally silent with power and wealth, were now filled with the echo of hurried footsteps, frantic whispers, and the collective panic of a family on the brink of collapse.
The air was thick with fear as the realization of what had just transpired began to sink in.
The dimly lit chamber where the senior family members convened felt suffocating, with tension crackling like static between them.
Seated around an immense marble table, the heads of the Borgias Family, including Lyuzen and the elderly but formidable Lord Victor, sat in stunned silence, their faces ashen with disbelief.
Their minds churned with a single thought: The world now knew they had a spirit, and it was real.
Lyuzen, his hands trembling, broke the silence first.
"That damned brat!"