The journey to the Grand Library of the Ashborn family was a study in absolute terror. As Ethan walked through the sprawling courtyards and grand stone corridors, every servant, guard, and low-ranking disciple he passed immediately dropped to their knees.
Some pressed their foreheads directly against the cold marble floor, trembling so violently that their armor clattered against the stone. They did not dare to raise their eyes, terrified that even a momentary glance might displease the notorious young tyrant who ruled the younger generation with an iron fist.
