Half-step Purgatory

Durin stroked the black cat on the armrest of his chair, sitting on the black leather sofa. Through the glasses perched on his nose, his gaze passed over the long table in front of him and settled on the man kneeling on the carpet:
"I understand, you've made money in Naples, your business has been very successful, and you've led a happy life. You've had those secret police, friends in both the law and the underground, and even the Royal Family speaking on your behalf."
"You don't need a friend like me, I know that. You're afraid of owing me a favor, and you don't want to get involved in troubles."
"But now you come to me and say, 'I beg you, Mr. Durin of the Corleon family, please help me seek justice, so that my life and my family will not suffer and sink into despair.'
Yet, in your eyes, I was nothing more than a second-rate artist involved in movies and music. Even at the brink of death, you still show me such disrespect, not even willing to call me by my title... Keeper of Secrets."

Durin's Diary

How much talent did Durin truly possess? This question lingered in the minds of many of the older generation that evening.


A seventeen-year-old grand director, a legendary Candle Dragon Magician, a High Order Formless One, a Genius Artisan, and the youngest master of music.


Any one of these identities would seem the limit of what one could achieve; yet, Durin embodied all five, seemingly without any boundaries, growing stronger every day.


In his latest work, some saw a compassionate assassin; others saw a cold life, some viewed struggling children, and still others spotted a ruthless police officer.


A person's profession, background, and race have never been able to truly divide good and evil, but a person's actions can.


In just a short trailer, Durin encapsulated all these aspects, and his peers' works couldn't hold a candle to his.


Watching Durin leave with Astrid, Old Enrique wondered how many more miracles this child could create.


Chapter 192: New Year