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

At the same time, the Old Cardinal turned to look back along the path they had come, which was now engulfed in fog.


He sighed, then crushed the skull of the Cult of Chaos captive in his hand.


A Bishop with a sword advanced into the fog and had taken only three steps before having to retreat: "There is a strong whispering, my lord, we can confirm it's from one of the Four Strange Gods."


"Sir Durin might be in great trouble. We need to locate the Demon Lord sooner, and at that time, I will call upon our lord," the being of reason said, turning to look at the Old Cardinal ahead.


The city in front of their eyes was so... science fiction-oriented and so unfamiliar.


The only thing that could be confirmed was that it should be a city designed in Chang Tang style, except at this moment, it was ravaged by war, with ruins and dead civilians and Cult of Chaos members scattered everywhere.


Chapter 254: It's Still You