The capital was shrouded under ominous dark clouds.
As time passed, the heavy sky finally gave way to a relentless downpour.
The rain grew fiercer, threatening to escalate into a storm, engulfing the entire imperial city.
The air was thick with a damp, decaying stench, suffocating and oppressive.
Amid the curtain of rain, a black Rolls-Royce glided swiftly and smoothly along the road.
Inside, a man with sharp, piercing eyes gazed half-lidded at the storm outside, his strikingly handsome features shadowed with grim intensity.
The aura radiating from him pressed down on the car's interior, making the atmosphere unbearably tense.
Unconsciously, the driver stepped harder on the accelerator.
Meanwhile, in a villa on the outskirts...
"Grandpa," A man in his fifties stood before grandpa Luther, holding a bowl of medicine.
"This was specially prepared under Mr. Jonathan's orders.
It's just to ensure you rest for a few days—it won't harm your health."
