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

The ritual was primarily presided over by Sherlosha Antotto, and as soon as he took action, the entire room transformed into a galaxy. Durin found himself within it, momentarily unable to discern whether it was reality or illusion.


However, the galaxy soon disappeared, and what unfolded before Durin was a bizarre scroll of images.


In the scroll, Miner wore a white hospital gown, her appearance purely that of a grassland elf, her eyes closed as she floated in the air.


And a dark brown-skinned woman stood behind her.


And just as Durin saw — it was a slender body wrapped in a cobalt blue robe. Under her pale skin flowed blood-colored patterns. Her right hand clutched a counter-twist magic wand, and her transformation began to spread from her collarbone — her left neck was covered with pearl-like shiny scales, and her right eye socket vertically aligned with six eyeballs.


Chapter 319: Fighting for Life