In Abyss City's city hall, Andrew sat in the seat of honor, slowly polishing Godslayer. On either side, the members of Dragonfang remained silent, each tending to their own weapons.

Below Andrew stood Cyril, his face dark with anger. His entourage stood behind him, fear evident on their faces, shifting uncomfortably where they stood.

The Ludendorff family delegation had been waiting for half a day now. Yet, Abyss City's people had ignored them the entire time.

Cyril was no ordinary man. He w