Super Genealogia Extraordinária

“Clap, clap, clap—”

In the dimly lit hall, a series of rhythmic applause echoed. As the clapping subsided, rows of young boys dressed in black formal suits stood respectfully before the person who had applauded.

If any outsider were to witness this scene, they would undoubtedly find it chilling beyond measure.

For these boys looked nearly identical—golden hair, golden eyes, and strikingly handsome features. Their height, appearance, and attire were astonishingly uniform; the only difference lay in the small serial numbers beneath their right eye sockets. They maintained delicate smiles, their eyes vacant and lifeless.

“Stand at attention.”

The voice belonged to a woman clad in a black tuxedo, her red hair framing a bewitching face.

Her name was Cladashi Wydell.

Cladashi Wydell’s gaze was fervently fixed on the statue before her.

The statue bore a beautiful face, entirely nude except for golden ornaments—headpiece, necklace, and bracelets. Its fingers and toes were clawed, and it sported a pair of horns, though it was unclear whether these were part of the headdress.

“Under the poisoned moon, amber ceases to flow, the snow stained red by her... To Yaen, deeply drinking the fermented honey of Lavata’s kiss. Yaen lies upon her pale chest—sharing a rapturous rest together,” Cladashi murmured, folding her hands in prayer.

As she whispered, a blood-red mark appeared on the back of her pale hand. Its outer ring glowed crimson, while within was a curved symbol: from afar resembling a bleeding goat, yet up close twisting