In the dimly lit chamber, Kayden stood before his father, Aleric, a storm of emotions brewing within him. Aleric reclined in his ornate chair, an air of indifference surrounding him as he toyed with mystical vials and trinkets.
"Enough of this nonsense, Father," Kayden finally burst out, unable to contain his anger any longer. "You've kept the truth from me for far too long."
Aleric glanced up from his magical contraptions, seemingly unfazed by Kayden's outburst. "Truth can be a subjective matter, my son."
Kayden's hands clenched into fists at his sides. "Don't play games with me, Father. I've uncovered your secrets, and I want answers."
Aleric sighed, setting aside his magical artifacts. "Very well, Kayden. What answers do you seek?"
"Why did you allow me to believe that I was dead for all these years?" Kayden's voice wavered with a mix of anger and confusion.
