The Arrival of Voidspring Mountain
The Tyson Family estate was unusually lively that morning.
Golden sunlight spilled across the vast courtyard, illuminating ancient stone paths and carefully maintained gardens. The gentle breeze carried the scent of flowers through the air, yet beneath the peaceful atmosphere lurked an unmistakable tension.
Servants moved hurriedly.
Family guards stood at their posts with serious expressions.
Even the younger disciples of the Tyson Family appeared nervous.
Everyone knew why.
Today was the day.
The day Steffan would return for an answer.
Submit.
Or be destroyed.
Those words had weighed heavily on the Tyson Family for days.
Many people had spent sleepless nights worrying about what was to come.
Fortunately, help was arriving.
The appointed time arrived, the people from Voidspring Mountain showed up almost right on time.
Several black vehicles entered the estate one after another before stopping near the entrance.
