The dark hallway of Aetherion's underwater fortress seemed to swallow Amberine's scream, leaving only a chilling echo that faded into an unnerving silence. Draven's normally calm and calculated demeanor cracked, his eyes widening in rage. The air around him seemed to vibrate as if even the shadows sensed his anger. The psychokinesis pen that had flung across the corridor returned to his side, shimmering with a slight blue glow, quivering in sync with his frustration. For just a moment, his control slipped—a rare occurrence that would have left anyone who knew him dumbfounded.