"I..." Zuriel turned beet red in frustration, but he was powerless, given that he was dealing with his father. In the end, he could only stomp his foot heavily, gave Jacob and Gunner a warning glare, and then left the place in anger.
"Dear guest from afar, please come in," the patriarch said with a hint of a smile.
Jacob nodded and followed him into the room.
Despite its simplicity, the room's furnishings were noticeably antique, and Jacob could see hints of ancient heritage from these pieces of furniture.
The patriarch cleared his throat and asked with a small smile, "You're from the mainland, aren't you?"
"Yes, I come from the mainland," confirmed Jacob.
"Ever since that ancient catastrophe when the sea rose, our clan was split into two, and unknowingly, countless years have passed. I trust the world above is faring well now," the patriarch said with a jovial tone.