Elsewhere in Maelstrom City, Graeogor family residence, a middle-aged man strapped in the official dungeon guard uniform stormed in, his figure tearing through the crowd as he approached a white-haired man draped in a black robe, the magnificent family crest engraved on it.
"Patriarch! Patriarch... news!" he sputtered, the moment he crossed the ten-meter mark from Artorias, already garnering his attention.
Two figures materialized beside him, their eyes fixed on the man, barring his way.
"Let him pass," Artorias snapped, raising his hand. The figures once more vanished, though their presences remained prominent.
Turning to the guard, he barked, "What's so important that you had to interrupt my morning strolls?" He put more emphasis on the last part, as if that was an integral duty in the running of the family.
"The Grand Ancestral Academy elder you had us keep an eye on, we spotted her!" he began.
