[Clarissa Rutherford's POV]
My mind was a whirlwind of emotions as I made my way through the winding corridors of the prison. The evidence Samael had presented was like a dagger to the heart of everything I believed about my father. Each step I took felt heavier, burdened by the weight of the revelations and the uncertainty of what lay ahead.
I had my own assumptions, as I was not some naïve child, but the truth had always been elusive. I had heard whispers of my father's secretive behavior, but I had never imagined he was involved in such dark and malevolent deeds. The thought of him experimenting with forbidden magic, especially involving Xandros Blackthorn, was almost too much to bear.