The silence in the Volkov estate was deafening. Dmitri wandered through the empty rooms, haunted by the ghost of Elías's presence. Every corner held a memory, every object a reminder of what he had lost.
He reread Elías's note, his heart twisting with guilt and regret. He had been so blinded by fear that he had destroyed the only thing that had ever brought him true happiness.
Driven by desperation, Dmitri mobilized his resources, ordering his men to search for Elías. He scoured the city, following every lead, clinging to the hope that he could find him and make amends.
But as the days turned into weeks, Dmitri's hope began to dwindle. Elías had vanished without a trace, as if he had never existed at all. Dmitri was left alone, sitting on his empty throne, realizing that he had become the very monster he had tried so hard to avoid.