Ethan's study was a fortress of solitude, the walls lined with books that whispered tales of power and ambition. It was here, amidst the tomes of strategy and conquest, that Shark Head found his father, the Duke, deep in thought.
"Father," Shark Head began, his voice echoing slightly in the quiet room, "I have been considering our position in the grand scheme of the kingdoms. We are at a crossroads, and the time has come to elevate our house beyond the title of Duke."
Ethan, his eyes sharp and calculating, regarded his son with a mixture of intrigue and skepticism. "Ambition is a flame that can either illuminate or consume," he said, his tone even. "What fuels your sudden zeal, my son?"
Shark Head met his father's gaze, his own eyes a mirror of resolve. "The fragments, Father. They are the key to our ascension. If we can secure them, the Dono family will rise to heights unimagined."
