บท 60: Dish from the Heaven

Anton stormed into the dimly lit chamber where the Seventh Elder of the Petrova Family sat, his face a mask of barely restrained fury. For days, he had been confined—punished for the embarrassment he brought upon the family by losing to an unknown challenger in a duel he had personally initiated.

Now, finally free, he sought answers. The room was cold and shadowed, the walls thick with the weight of old secrets. The Seventh Elder, known simply as "Elder Voran," sat calmly in his high-backed chair, his gaze steady and unflinching as he watched Anton's approach.

Anton's voice was a thunderclap in the stillness, breaking the oppressive silence. "Why did you interfere, Voran?!" he roared, his hands shaking with rage. "I had him—I was about to crush that upstart, Ethan! You cost me my victory, and now my name is in shambles because of you!"