Vadim PoV
Amelia's shoulders slumped. She leaned against one of the pillars that had miraculously remained standing, its surface dusted with debris. With a deep breath, she looked between me and my father.
"It started when my mother was executed by you traitors," she began, her voice still harboring the same resentment she had carried for two full centuries. "Uncle Lazaro knew you would come for us next. I hide as he told me and fled to the catacombs with my cousin in toe."
She stared at her hands. "Palatine then showed up with my uncle, aunt, and parents' bodies."
Wolfgango gasped and stared at her guardian angel. "How did you continue after he had died?"
Palatine took a deep breath and stared at the sunlight break through the dust. "Lazaro gave me extra mana. He doubted he would make it, so he prefered I use it to linger in this world past his death and rescue his son and niece."
