SBS #1: Chain My Heart Chapter 2

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Within the vast empire, there existed four clans that reigned supreme above the rest.

Among these esteemed lineages, the HEREDIA clan stood out as the most prominent of them all.

For centuries, the Heredias had held a position of unparalleled influence, boasting an ancestral lineage that traced back to a powerful mage of legendary repute.

This mage possessed an otherworldly gift, one that allowed them to peer into the past and future of any individual with astounding clarity.

Furthermore, the Heredias also inherited the ability to wield fire, their mastery over this fierce element bordering on the supernatural.

As interpreters of the divine oracle from above, the Heredias were held in high esteem, their ranks filled with the most esteemed priests and priestesses in the entire empire.

The mere mention of their name commanded respect, and it was little wonder that they stood head and shoulders above all the other clans, the very embodiment of nobility and prestige.

Following the Heredias, the VETROV. They held the coveted position of being next in line among the empire's four superior clans.

The Vetrovs were renowned for producing some of the most formidable knights in the land, revered for their exceptional strength and combat skills.

However, what truly set the Vetrovs apart was their unique affinity for water, able to harness its power and bend it to their will.

Furthermore, they possessed a mysterious ability to manipulate the emotions of others, a power that was whispered about in hushed tones among the common folk.

The Vetrovs were not only renowned for their martial prowess but were also a force to be reckoned with in social circles.

The women of the clan were particularly famed for their charm and wit, using their gifts to gather information and uncover secrets, no matter how well-guarded their target may be.

Rumor had it that nothing could be kept hidden from a Vetrov woman, their cunning and insight piercing through even the most impenetrable of facades.

Of all the clans in the empire, none could match the opulence and grandeur of the SYLVAN clan.

Renowned for their staggering wealth, the Sylvans stood head and shoulders above all others, their vast business empire reaching the farthest corners of the realm.

Despite their immense power, the Sylvans maintained a sense of independence, preferring to operate under their own terms rather than being beholden to any specific role in the empire.

However, it would be a grave mistake to underestimate the prowess of the Sylvans, for they wielded the power and protection of the wind, an ability shrouded in mystery and secrecy.

Known to most as a family of prodigious inventors and innovators, the Sylvans were revered for their excellent creations, which not only helped run their businesses but also served to aid those in need.

Though their intelligence was widely recognized, the Sylvans shunned the pursuit of fame and chose to isolate themselves from the rest of society, preferring to work quietly and diligently in their own realm.

At the bottom of the social ladder were the RUSSELL.

This family was the least popular of all the clans in the empire, yet they once had a unique ability that set them apart from the rest.

Their gift was unparalleled, as they were known for their unique ability to heal wounds, no matter how severe.

However, the origins of their extraordinary gifts were shrouded in mystery, leaving even the most proficient scholars baffled.

And to make matters worse, the family had not produced a divine healer in over two centuries, making it highly unlikely that Aubrielle, one of the descendants of the clan, would inherit this remarkable ability.

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Author [Zhara]

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