Chapter 89: The Ritual of Severance
Veyron’s POV
The air was heavy with the metallic taste of magic and blood, and the room buzzed with old power. On an altar of obsidian, the focal point of it all, Aria, lay confined, her once-defiant face now muddled with fatigue. Hours before, her efforts had diminished to sporadic pulls at the magical bonds that shone dimly against her ankles and wrists.
“Isn’t it beautiful?” I paced around her while whispering. My voice was a symphony of victory and hate that reverberated across the vast chamber.
Even though she was frail, her golden eyes were still rebellious as she looked at me. "Veyron, you won't prevail. They are going to come get me.
The room echoed with the dull, mirthless sound of my laughter. "Oh, Aria, they will arrive. However, it will
