At the same time, deep within the Velentina Clan's ancestral hall.
The hall itself was enormous, far larger than any ordinary building should have been.
A single white pathway stretched endlessly into the distance like an endless corridor buried beneath history itself.
No one within the clan truly knew where the hall ended. Even the elders who had entered it countless times throughout their lives had never seen its final point.
There was nothing luxurious within the ancestral hall. The surroundings were almost painfully simple.
The walls were smooth and pale white, untouched by decoration, while rows of hanging chandeliers illuminated the endless passage with dim golden light.
The deeper one looked into the hall, the more suffocating the atmosphere became.
Countless soul tablets rested along both sides of the pathway in perfect order.
