Present Day.
Far below the palace. The imperial prison stretched through layers of stone. The oldest sections had existed long before the current kingdom. Dark corridors extended endlessly through the underground.
Councillor Renault sat alone inside one of the deepest chambers. His hands remained restrained while his Aether remained sealed.
His position remained hopeless, yet somehow for a dead man, he still looked proud.
Atheline found that very irritating but also interesting. Lilith stood outside the cell, arms folded, expressionlessly watching the man, waiting for any form of movement or response.
Councillor Renault sat calmly on the stone bench, his gaze fixed upon her. Only pure, unfiltered hatred burned there. If it was anyone else, they would have probably flinched but the two remained unbothered by his clear malice.
Lilith spoke first.
"Where is your family? Renault"
