Clan Violet (3)

The full magnitude of the Violet Clan was shaken by tremors that reverberated through its majestic violet-toned buildings as if the sacred runes of that color were being erased by a powerful storm of hidden forces.

The structures that once displayed unique splendor were now gradually losing their distinct shades, plunging into an unsettling opacity that signaled significant changes in that sacred place.

Amidst this commotion, Edea found herself in her grandmother's tranquil and secluded house, whose walls had witnessed countless tales of love and wisdom. The elder, with her remarkable serenity, served steaming tea and homemade sweets as Edea shared moments of her life with joy.

The grandmother, having given birth to only one daughter, who in turn was Edea's mother, had few close relatives, most of whom were currently outside the capital.