Abernathy Province.
In an incredibly luxurious villa.
"Horton, you must avenge our son..."
Alaric Moore's mother, Elvin Leocadia, knelt in front of Horton Moore, crying so hard she was about to faint.
"That damn murderer! He actually trapped our son beneath the clock and shook him to death! I want him to taste the same agony!"
Venom gleamed in Elvin Leocadia's eyes.
"But... but he was my son too."
Horton Moore sat on the couch, his eyes already red.
"I only had... only had this one son. Now that Alaric is dead, for whom am I amassing so much wealth?"
The hall once again fell silent.
All that could be heard were the continuous sobs.
Elvin Leocadia could no longer have children.
This was a fact both were painfully aware of...
"Garrick Reed... Where is that bitch Garrick Reed now?" Horton Moore removed his glasses, gently pinched his temples.
His voice began to tremble as he spoke.