As Catalina and Fraser entered the palace, the sight before them was imposing.
Dorian stood smugly by their father, Corrado Lantz, his posture radiating self-satisfaction.
Beside the emperor sat an elderly man clad in flowing robes, a cane in hand, it was none other than Infinides.
"Master..." Catalina's eyes lit up with hope as she saw the Abbot. She stepped forward, ready to plead her case, but the weight of her father's glare quickly silenced her.
"Lina," Corrado began, his voice heavy with anger, "You ventured into the Ethereal Realm on your own, and now I hear you've been consorting with some small-time cultivator? Do you want to drive me to my grave with your antics?"
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