Aengus exhaled a heavy, sorrowful sigh. Though his wounds were slowly mending, nothing could ease the unbearable pain in his heart.
The bitter irony of seeing his once-beloved Aria standing before him as his sworn nemesis was a cruelty he had never anticipated.
He looked at her—her divine, goddess-like figure looming with cold detachment—and his thoughts drifted to the child he had never held, the life he had never known.
A storm brewed within him, his voice trembling with restrained fury. "Just tell me one thing, Aria. Did you do something to our child? Where is the fruit of our love?"
For a fleeting moment, silence hung in the air, but then Aria's lips curled into a vicious smirk. Her words were like poison, delivered with cruel satisfaction.
"A vile spawn will always remain vile. It needed to be cleansed. So I did."
