C590 Blood Crystal Cult

Deep into the night, the moonlight spilled onto the deserted streets like liquid silver, draping the ground in a layer of pristine white gauze.

The quiet was abruptly shattered by the sound of turning wheels as a luxurious carriage made its way slowly from a distance. The coachman sat firmly on the box seat, occasionally cracking his whip to urge on the horses.

Inside the carriage