Ch-190
The room was steeped in an eerie silence as the group of people in the room gathered around the mysterious letter. The parchment, now reduced to smoldering embers, had delivered a revelation that echoed through the air like a haunting refrain. Lenora discovered that Azazel, the lich, claimed to be her father.
The incredulous stares exchanged between the assembled creatures spoke volumes. The letter's words hung in the air, a spectral whisper that defied the laws of the supernatural. Lenora, usually composed and unyielding, stood frozen, her eyes wide with disbelief. Her pale fingers trembled as she clutched the remnants of the burnt parchment.
"Father?" she muttered, her voice barely audible over the crackling remnants of the letter. "But how? How can an undead creature father a child?"
