The study was a sanctuary of quiet intensity, where the soft hiss of the hearth blended seamlessly with the rhythmic ticking of a hidden clock.
It felt alive, pulsing with energy beneath the surface,like machinery nestled deep within the bones of Dominion Sanctum.
Arthur closed his book deliberately, placing it on the glass table beside his half-finished wine.
The dim light glinted off his golden-rimmed glasses as he turned his gaze back to Evolon's projection,a spectral figure glowing faintly like a spirit forged from steel.
With an unhurried yet sharp tone, Arthur asked, "Evolon,you've had time. Were you able to trace them all? The branches scattered across this world?"
Evolon's holographic form straightened, its synthetic pupils narrowing with determination.
"Yes, Patriarch. I've traced them all,one hundred and seven branches… not including your own. In total, one hundred and eight lines still carry Osborn blood."
Arthur's eyes gleamed with interest. "Show me."
