Chapter 223: The Judgment of the Valley

The Bellant Estate had never felt so much like a tomb. The sprawling gardens, once a testament to generational wealth and power, were now silent and foreboding. The fountains had ceased their cheerful dance, their waters still and murky. Every phone line was dead, every internet connection severed. The formidable private guard, the Duke’s personal army, had either vanished into the night or stood frozen at their posts, their loyalty shattered by a power that eclipsed nations. William Bellant,...