"Could there be another family wanting to make a move here, attempting to seize the crown of the first family?" Lynch pondered. Based on his investigation of this city over the past month, there should be no family capable of threatening the Bernie family. "Could it be an alliance of multiple families?"
Lynch entered the Dark Elf's residence, led forward by a family warrior. Hovering, he pondered, "Which families could truly form an alliance? Can they really balance their respective interests and band together for such a formidable battle?"
As he calculated various possibilities, the Dark Elf warrior brought him to the audience hall. He pushed the door open and found more than twenty people already present inside.
Sitting on the wide throne at the top was Matron Batana. She leaned against a soft cushion, comfortably squinting her eyes, resting her chin on one hand, seemingly meditating with closed eyes.
