Atlas Archylous
The rain had been falling since dusk—heavy, cold, and relentless. It hammered against the tiled roofs of the Archylous estate, turning the courtyard lanterns into trembling blurs of gold. The entire compound seemed to hold its breath. Tonight was the long-awaited Selection of the Future Bride for the Archylous heir… Atlas Archylous. Inside the grand hall, members from various Yakuza-aligned associations gathered. Their umbrellas dripped onto the polished floor as they bowed to the elders. Everything smelled of rain, tobacco, and old wood. Guards lined the walls—silent, unmoving. At the far end of the hall, amid shadows and flickering candles, Atlas entered. He walked with the strong aura everyone whispered about—calm but dangerous, confident but unreadable. His eyes scanned the rows of candidates and representatives, not with interest, but calculated caution. The room fell silent. An elder stepped forward
About Atlas Archylous
The rain had been falling since dusk—heavy, cold, and relentless. It hammered against the tiled roofs of the Archylous estate, turning the courtyard lanterns into trembling blurs of gold. The entire compound seemed to hold its breath. Tonight was the long-awaited Selection of the Future Bride for the Archylous heir… Atlas Archylous. Inside the...Read more