As night falls, the whole city begins to twist. Ren Ironbone stood in front of the Ironbone family's cast-iron door, his fingertips still dripping with black mist from the gray realm. Three years ago, he was stripped of his family emblem in public and knelt in the snow to swallow the humiliation. When he came back tonight, he found that the law of night had changed: no one was allowed to look directly at the moon, otherwise his soul would be sacrificed. When his legitimate son Sigurd summoned the heroic battle ax and was about to step him into the dirt again, Ren bit the tip of his tongue and activated the second contract hidden deep in the gray realm. A giant shadow that shouldn't exist stood up from the ground, and the ancestral runes of the Iron Bone family began to crumble. "What price did you pay?" Sigurd's face turned pale. Ren wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled: "I betrayed my companion once, so this time... I sold my own memory." He turned around and walked into the night fog, with the whole street screaming behind him. The Gray Domain taught him one thing: decency is the last armor. Tonight, he wants everyone who has laughed at him to know that the expelled are the ones who make the rules.
