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Arkan's Office
The atmosphere in the room grew heavier, as if the air itself hesitated to move. The dim glow of the chandelier cast long shadows against the walls, creating the illusion that this office held more than just secrets.
Arkan let out a slow breath, allowing the tension to settle even deeper before he finally spoke.
"I see… Hmm…"
The words were little more than a murmur, yet they carried an inexplicable weight. He leaned back in his chair, fingers interlocked atop the wooden desk, its surface faintly marked with scratches—scars from the past.
His gaze met Marcel's—a deep stare filled with unspoken questions.
"You have the right to know what happened to the Kingdom of Somara."
Silence filled the room.
Rainer, who had been standing quietly in the corner, lowered his head slightly, as if already aware of the gravity of the story about to unfold.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Arkan continued.
"Very well… Let's begin with your uncle—
