Chapter 125 Aria

• My blood burns like molten lava as Seraphina remains astonishingly relaxed before us. Despite clearly being at a disadvantage, she shows not a hint of apprehension. Her golden eyes, filled with an almost supernatural malice, slide over us as if she were watching three foolish children playing at being heroes in a world that is beyond their reach. This insolent posture only fuels my fury further.
• She crosses her arms casually, as though Caelum hadn’t just proposed a desperate deal. For a moment, everything seems frozen, the world holding its breath. My mind screams in protest against the idea of offering her anything, but if Seraphina is the only one who can save my children’s lives, I’d even sell my soul.
• “No, thank you,” she replies with an icy sharpness, her voice echoing through the hall like the sound of breaking glass.