What was stolen?

The tall man, with a neatly trimmed goatee and bright red eyes, walked slowly through the ruined hall of his castle. His immaculate black suit contrasted with the chaotic scene around him, while his red tie stood out as a mark of authority and power. He stopped in front of the rubble and ran his hand over his chin, analyzing every detail with sharp eyes.

"So... what was stolen?" His voice was deep and firm, cutting through the silence like a sharp blade.

Elizabeth, his daughter, walked beside him, her hesitant steps betraying her anxiety. Even with all the pride of being a Tepes, the situation put her at a disadvantage. After all, the theft had occurred under her watch.

"A kind of statue," she replied, trying to maintain her composure.

"Which one?" He turned his eyes toward her, his expression serious.