Chapter 135 Aria

• I run toward the place where Caelum remains outside the castle. Every step is a battle against the chaos around me. The sounds of the fight are deafening—a cacophony of screams, howls, and the metallic clash of swords. The air is thick with the smell of blood and burning, making each breath an effort. The scene is a nightmare brought to life: fallen bodies and chunks of castle stone crumbling around us.
• As soon as I step outside, my eyes lock on the scene ahead. Caelum and Alexander are locked in a brutal fight. But Alexander, the man I once knew—my husband—is unrecognizable. He is no longer himself; Malakar has taken complete control of his body, twisting him into a distorted specter of the man he once was.
• Alexander’s once-light brown hair is now completely dark, as if it absorbs the light around him. His eyes, formerly a warm and deep blue, now burn with a fiery crimson, glowing like molten rubies. But his face is the worst. Thick red lines, pulsing like lava, streak across his temples and down to the center of his face, warping his features with a cruelty that seems almost symbolic. His aura is suffocating, radiating malice and overwhelming power.