Klaus interrupted her, his voice clear and resolute. "Three years," he said.
The octopus stared at him, confusion rippling across her face. Klaus held her gaze, his expression unyielding.
"Within three years, I will have that power you speak of. And I will also avenge Aurelia's death." His words echoed in the silence, a declaration that seemed to ripple through the very fabric of their reality.
At the mention of Aurelia, the octopus's eyes glistened, her mind awash with memories. Shaking her head as if to clear the fog of the past, she found her voice. "I don't know how to interpret your words, Klaus."
"Do you understand the gravity of what you've just declared?" Her voice was a whisper, laced with disbelief and concern.
"There are beings who have spent millennia striving for such power, and yet they barely scratch the surface. But you... you claim it will take you merely three years?"
