Chapter 121 Aria

• Alexander sits beside me on the couch, his presence grounding me amidst the chaos. Caelum’s office, with its towering bookshelves filled with ancient tomes and magical artifacts, feels suffocating.
• Caelum paces back and forth, his boots echoing against the dark wooden floor. Each step is deliberate and firm, but there’s an undercurrent of restlessness. He looks like a caged wolf, consumed by his thoughts. The soft light of the late afternoon streams through the large window behind him, illuminating his disheveled hair and highlighting the sharp glint in his greenish eyes.
• “Drave said the twins could break the binding spell,” Caelum mutters.