Chapter 202: The Mystery of the Silver Soul Grass

The Doyle family manor, nestled in the affluent suburbs of Haltoria, was an oasis of tranquility under the silver gaze of the crescent moon. The meticulously manicured gardens were silent, the grand fountain in the courtyard whispering softly to the night. It was a picture of peace, a peace that was about to be savagely torn apart. In the shadows of the ancient oak trees that lined the perimeter wall, a dozen figures clad in black tactical gear moved with the fluid grace of predators. They were...