Chapter 49: Ghosts of the Past

The helicopter touched down on the sprawling lawn of the Lokir estate with a soft thud, sending a swirl of dust and fallen leaves into the air.

The estate, nestled in the rolling hills of central Targu, was a testament to the Lokir family’s history—a grand mansion surrounded by acres of land, with the remnants of a once-thriving vineyard stretching out in neat rows to the west. The stone walls of the mansion were weathered by time, the ivy-covered facade adding a sense of quiet dignity to the building.

The eastern edge looked out over a large lake, forest lining the edges giving the whole area a tranquil feeling of a forgotten era.

As the rotors slowly came to a stop, Kerrigan stepped out of the helicopter, her gaze sweeping over the familiar landscape. The Lokir estate had been her childhood home, a place filled with fading memories of her parents and the life they had built before it was all taken away.

Now, standing on the grounds again, she felt a pang of longing and sorrow, mixed