"What happened was… the metal attack worked, but… didn't work at the same time," Ashok answered to the Duke's desperate question.
The Duke's patience shattered like glass. "Please! Just Stop talking in riddles." he pleaded, his voice breaking.
The Duke's voice trembled with desperation, he no longer cared about his pride. His normally unwavering demeanor had cracked, the once-mighty figure of authority now reduced to a man on the edge, his resolve crumbling as he sought the truth about his daughter.
The Head Butler and Cassius, standing as silent witnesses to the exchange, felt a wave of unease wash over them. Their bodies trembled, though they tried to hide it.
To them, the Duke had always been a pillar—unshakable, stoic even in the face of his wife's death.
