Chapter 65 Aria

• I hum softly, a melody laced with satisfaction echoing through the hall as I glide toward my private library. I am alone now, with no one to moderate my gestures, my expression, or even the barely concealed joy at the fate finally sealed for Aria. Dead. A word that paints itself in my mind with the sweetness of triumph. So many dead at my birthday celebration, an impressive number—some foreign nobles and members of the guard, along with those weak and insignificant humans. Just more bodies. To them, I hold total indifference. After all, human frailty always makes them disposable, but today, there is something more I wish to celebrate.
• The path to my library is nearly deserted, only a few guards remain vigilant, while most of the lycan soldiers have been dismissed to tend to their wounds and injuries. The party turned into a dazzling and chaotic pandemonium, yet amidst all the destruction, there is order; my masterpiece takes form through a spell that even surprises me.
• I must admit, I didn’t believe the control spell Karin introduced to me would dominate every lycan inside the castle. The power was magnificent. Controlling their minds, their brutal wolfish forms, filled me with euphoria and a satisfaction so potent it felt like a drug.