Chapter 117 Aria

• “What do you want to do?” Caelum nearly growls, his voice echoing through the room. His rigid posture and clenched fists clearly show that my proposal has unsettled him.
• “I want to meet with your brother,” I repeat my intent more calmly, trying to control the storm brewing inside me.
• The space around us is impeccably organized, but it carries a coldness that irritates me. It’s a large room, adorned with paintings depicting landscapes of Veridiana and symbols of power. The massive wooden desk is cluttered with documents, and the sound of the computer working in the background echoes in my ears—a buzzing annoyance I can't ignore. Back when I was human, sounds like that would have gone unnoticed, but now, with my heightened senses, everything seems amplified, almost unbearable.