Chapter 113 Seraphina

• As soon as Drave announces my involvement with him, I feel the immediate impact of his words. Caelum's rage intensifies, almost tangible, radiating from him in waves of heat. His eyes, once focused and controlled, now blaze with a primal, almost feral fury. And me? I feel an almost perverse pride as I witness it. Finally, Caelum is subdued, disarmed, exposed as he should be. The king who believed himself untouchable is now at the mercy of our actions and words.
• Yet, this moment of triumph is tainted by a revelation that catches me off guard—a twist I never anticipated, one that shifts the entire game. I see it in Drave, in the smile he tries to mask but which carries something deeper. He deceived me. And worse, I realize I underestimated who he truly is.
• Drave Frost is not just a man driven by brute strength or bloodlust, as I had always assumed. He’s far more dangerous than that. He is a strategist, a manipulator capable of shaping the world around him with words as sharp as blades. His speeches, his silver tongue—they were enough to blind me to his true intentions. I was so consumed with the idea of watching him humiliate Caelum that I failed to see how he was using me as a pawn in his own game.