My voice reverberated through the cold, dimly lit dungeon as I demanded answers from Grant. His laughter, however, echoed back at me, as if my question were some twisted joke. His sinister amusement fueled the flames of my anger, casting eerie shadows on the damp stone walls.
"You will never know, Duchess. Even if I were eliminated, someone else would take my place. If I couldn't kill you, someone else would. If I couldn't stop you from meddling in Ablia, someone else would. You can't prevent what's destined to happen. The Supreme God has written this destiny for you," he proclaimed, his words dripping with a sinister madness. His transformation from a loyal servant to this deranged figure was deeply unsettling, like a nightmare brought to life.
