Drakon of The Seven Armies – Chapter 1949

Nate placed his hand on the fingerprint scanner and leaned forward for the iris scan. With a click, the massive door swung open.

As Nate stepped inside, the pitch-black building sprang to life with dim, sensor-triggered yellow lights. The hall was adorned with medieval elegance and neatness, carrying a subtle, fragrant air. The most striking feature was the eerie absence of life and a pervasive, sudden chill.

The secret behind the Rothschad family's three-century-long prominence was known only to each succeeding head, who received the keys to this building. It was a secret kept for life.

Unconcerned by the chill, Nate moved toward the staircase, his steps measured.

Upon reaching the third floor, he headed to a room in the far east. There, the cold was bone-deep, making even Smith shiver uncontrollably.