Chapter 124: Whispers of Madness

Adele’s Point of View My master had an incomprehensible fixation with rare bloodlines, a fascination that bordered on obsession. Unlike some of his peers, he lacked the prophecy bloodline, a fact that seemed to gnaw at his very core. To compensate, he devoted countless hours to the meticulous study of astrology. His efforts were painstaking, and even I, who held little respect for his pursuits, managed to glean some minor accomplishments from the stars. Yet, it all felt hollow, just another layer of artifice in a life filled with manipulation and deceit. How irritating it all was. Perhaps my frustration stemmed from leaving a certain insignificant person alive. Yes, I should have let her fall into that fiery volcanic abyss. I should have watched as she perished, her cries swallowed by the molten depths. It would have been poetic, a fitting end to a life that dared cross paths with mine. And yet, I didn’t. I regretted that decision with every passing second, a dull ache that refused