Duskmoor Castle, Sylphora
Jozef Forbes, the president of the Forbes Corporation, had a unique hobby that had made him famous worldwide: collecting enormous castles. He and his guild had conquered them, clearing out every monster and Rogue lurking inside, turning them into his personal trophies.
He let out a heavy sigh, the sound echoing in the grand hall. "To think this old man would lose his grandson at this age..."
Even though Jozef was well over 90, no one but himself would dare call him an old man. His abundant white hair was neatly combed back, and his well-built body filled out a luxurious suit that screamed power. The only thing that hinted at his age was the cane he carried, a simple but elegant accessory.
"...Thomas, what do you think I'm feeling?" Jozef asked, turning his gaze to his secretary, who was bowing deeply before him.
"I wouldn't dare imagine," Thomas replied, his voice steady but respectful.
