The manor stood in the heart of an expansive forest, its towering iron gates parting silently as a convoy of sleek, black cars glided through. Unlike the usual grandeur of aristocratic estates, this one exuded an air of mystery and quiet dominance. Its walls, crafted from a rare alloy that shimmered subtly under the moonlight, bore no signs of age or wear, standing as an impenetrable fortress amidst the towering trees. The surrounding forest, dense and untouched, served as both a natural barrier and a declaration—this was not a place meant to be easily approached.
The vehicles came to a slow halt on a vast stone-paved courtyard, their engines purring softly before falling silent. One by one, figures emerged from the cars, draped in luxurious attire that ranged from impeccable elegance to gaudy displays of excess. Yet, no matter how they dressed, they all carried the same air of entitlement, their gazes sharp with veiled disdain as they sized each other up.
