Back within the confines of the black villa, a palpable tension saturated the midnight air, casting an eerie atmosphere that even the moon dared not challenge. It shrouded itself behind dark clouds, fearful of attracting Lady Winter's deadly gaze. Her mood was undeniably sour, and the reapers present held their breath, bracing themselves for the impending storm that seemed ready to unleash its fury within the room.
"You were throwing tantrums just earlier this morning, so how did you end up sealing the bond?" Lady Winter asked, her voice surprisingly calm, though everyone knew it was an alarm for the impending storm. They couldn't imagine what hurricane might have occurred in the afterlife chambers when a contract under the process of annulment was suddenly validated—especially through such a critical method as a kiss, which was typically reserved for extreme emergencies when the debtor's life hung in the balance.
