Awake World, Underground.
The young male Zhuoer Everant, not yet of age, was tied to a stone pillar, watching the evil Ritual before him in horror—his mother and sisters were beheaded one by one, their flowing blood spreading across the ground, gradually filling the Ritual's Array.
"This is the fate of traitors!"
The white-haired Zhuoer executing the Ritual looked at him, emitting a piercing, maniacal laugh.
Traitor.
The word hit Everant like an arrow, triggering a flood of memories—
