Bloom Mansion – Remu's Burial Ceremony
Late afternoon. Sky pale. Clouds slow. Wind light.
The van rolled to a gentle stop outside the ancient gates of the Bloom Mansion.
What once stood as a private estate, hidden deep within the woods of Ostarius, was now something else. A stage. A symbol. A scar.
High iron gates had been pushed open hours before. Now dozens of vehicles were parked along the gravel path. Some were black limos. Others armored trucks. Some had no license plates at all.
But it wasn't just supernatural clans that had gathered.
There were cameras.
Reporters.
Lights.
Boom mics.
Drones hovered overhead like flies around a corpse.
The human world had shown up—whether they were invited or not.
