Nine-Headed Dragon Alliance

Eugene Lyma, younger brother of Duke Damien Lyma, found himself in unfamiliar and treacherous territory.

The chilly night air whipped past him as he walked steadily, eyes narrowed and jaw clenched. The taste of betrayal was bitter on his tongue, the sensation of his plans being exposed, sharp in his chest.

His own mansion was no longer safe, but his departure was swift and quiet, unseen in the thick veil of the night.

"Damnit… damn it all…"

The road he took was a hidden one, veiled by a sprawling forest that laid silent under the inky sky.

It led to the base of the Nine Headed Dragon Alliance, an organization that was notorious for their cunning and ruthlessness.

'The shadow would have informed them of everything already. But…'

Eugene was well aware of the fact that he was walking on a knife's edge, the slightest misstep could mean his end.

The feeling of being watched was a constant companion as he neared the base.