Western Continent, as night falls over Chang'an City, the ancient city seems to have fallen into slumber, with only sporadic lights flickering in the darkness.
In a secluded corner of the city, a mansion stands majestically, and within the underground cellar of this mansion, the walls are densely packed with dusty bricks, exuding an ancient musty smell. A row of ranked bottles sits on the shelves, and several clumps of cobwebs hang near the ceiling, like faintly writhing white threads.
The dim light on the walls occasionally flickers with the flow of air, twisting the shadows of three people as if pulled by some grotesque force. Sofia, wrapped tightly in a black long cloak, only revealing a pair of gloomy, cold eyes, stands like a specter weathered by time on one side of the round table, watching her two most loyal henchmen, with a gaze full of deep scrutiny and expectation.
