Dante Valdez

Barcelona — UmbraCorp Tower The candles flickered, though there was no wind. Dante Valdez stood in the center of the ritual chamber, the Book open on the altar before him. Ink-black shadows clung to the corners of the stone walls. A drop of his blood smoked against the page as ancient symbols glowed red. “Muéstrame la herencia...” he murmured, voice low and solemn. Show me the heir.... to be continued....