"Ha...!" Ashok's long sigh filled the tense silence, more telling than any words could be. The Duke's heart raced, each beat growing more frantic as he watched Ashok, desperate for any shred of clarity.
Finally, Ashok spoke, his voice low and heavy. "You know... It's hard for me to currently explain the entity inside your daughter's body, fighting with her for control. Just consider it something... something far worse than anything you could imagine—far worse than witches."
Ashok met the Duke's gaze, his eyes dark with a mix of sorrow and regret.
Ashok's answer was the last thing anyone in the room had wanted to hear. The words hit the Duke like a physical blow. His face went pale, his jaw tightening as a deep, consuming sense of devastation washed over him.
'Will I lose my daughter, just like my wife?'
'Should I have wielded a weapon from the start instead of chasing after wealth?'
Once strong and resolute, the Duke's heart began to crumble under the weight of his thoughts.
