The secretary scuttled away, tripping and crawling out of the office. Soon after, dressed in a crisp suit uniform and looking every bit a Frost Plated Elite, Malis Gamos Grante pushed open the door and walked in.
"What is it you wanted to see me for, Your Excellency?"
Despite being father and son, Malis felt no affection for his biological father, who had ruled the nation for two and a half centuries. Among the numerous wives, concubines, and children of the Duke, nobody could surpass his throne. After outliving generations of crown princes, no one harbored any human concern for this immortal Sovereign.
The Duke slowly straightened his nearly three-meter-tall body, which could only slump in the massive chair. His huge eyes stared at his 34-year-old son and said in a deep voice,
"When will you be able to advance to the Gamma Phase?"
