Chapter 405

Eleanor’s gaze was sharp and unyielding, brimming with malice as it bore into Catherina. The room was thick with tension, the air itself seeming to pulse with the weight of Eleanor's cold demeanor. "What... what is it?" Catherina stammered, her voice fragmented and weak. The agony coursing through her body was so intense it muddled her senses. Even her hearing wavered, but Eleanor’s venomous words cut through like a blade. "What exactly have you done?!" she cried out, the unbearable pain wracking her body forcing her to scream in desperation. Eleanor’s face remained impassive, almost serene, as if she were basking in the chaos she had orchestrated. Her lips barely moved as she murmured, "The blood in your body was carefully mixed by me. It responds solely to my will." Her voice dropped, icy and deliberate. "If I want you to hurt, you will hurt." Eleanor’s eyes narrowed, their depths revealing a merciless abyss. “You are under my control.” The words struck Catherina like a physical blow