Matteo's Pov
Lightning flickered from the crystal window of my dimly lit room. I stood beside the wooden frame with a glass of a strong drink.
The anger I felt lingered, a constant fire burning inside my chest. It took every ounce of restraint I had left not to make another rash decision.
A distant rumble threatened to break the steady downpour outside, growing louder as the clock ticked every second.
The roaring thunder rattled the ground, unleashing a loud battle cry as if the god of the dead had been awakened. My skin prickled at the undeniable power this made me feel.
It drew closer, building a crescendo that resonated with the unseen force squeezing my chest. I slowly felt my breath hitching, echoing the vibrations of each thunderous boom.
The sensation allowed me to redirect my focus and, for a moment, calmed my nerves.
