For months now, the Death Clan members had whispered about the restricted zones Azzy had marked around their new territory.
On the map, they were labeled politely as "guest manors," but everyone knew they were forbidden regions. Entire areas were sealed under powerful enchantments that even the elders dared not probe. Azzy had overseen the construction of mansions in those lands, and one of them was sealed under a barrier so dense that even Supreme Beings hesitated to draw near.
Now, stepping through those territories alone, Azzy passed through the triple-layered barrier with ease, each layer parting for him like calm water around a stone.
The moment he stepped through the final shield, he entered through the gates of the mansion that stood at the heart of the forbidden zone.
He approached the entrance walkway, boots pressing into the immaculate stone path. Before he touched the steps, the doors of the mansion opened on their own.
Azzy stepped inside.
