Third Person POV
“s**t…” the figure hissed under their breath, eyes gleaming with fury in the dimly lit chamber.
Liam. That name burned in their mind like acid.
Liam had always been the obstacle. Every carefully planned move, every dark seed sown to spark chaos—he crushed it without mercy.
The fire was supposed to spread… to devour… to ignite fear in every heart.
But no.
No fire. No panic. Just power.
And worse—his damn son, the little brat, had powers no child should wield. The way he controlled the flames—how the mother and father amplified it. It was unnatural. Dangerous.
A low snarl escaped as they clenched their fists.
"I’ll make his life more suffocating."
This wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.
They would strike again. But this time, not directly. They would chip away at th
