The old wooden floors of the abandoned ancestral hall creaked under Mia Storm’s boots as she stood alone in the center of the dusty chamber. Moonlight filtered through the cracked stained-glass windows, illuminating the faded crest of House Storm carved into the far wall — once proud and feared, now little more than a crumbling memory. For generations, her family had been nobility in this region. Wealthy, respected, powerful. But war, betrayal, and bad decisions had stripped them of almost ev...