Chapter 87: The Fragility of Power
Aria’s POV
Veyron's lair has oppressive air. With a dim crimson light from cursed artifacts scattered across the vast space, shadows twisted and swirled on the walls. The icy bite of the charmed chains that shackled my wrists burned like fire into my flesh, causing pain. The energy here was poisonous to my own being, and every breath I drew was tinged with a bitterness that made me gag.
However, something within of me stirred—a glimmer of light in the middle of the darkness—despite the anguish. The magic of the Moon Goddess. Inside of me, it buzzed softly, pulsating like a second pulse, beckoning me to take action.
My thoughts were racing as I gazed at the bands that bound me. Veyron believed he had taken away all of my strength, but he was unaware of
