Chapter 288

Lilac’s P.O.V Krimson’s piercing gaze bore into my soul, a scrutiny that felt as though he was dissecting me, evaluating my worth, not just as an individual, but as a pawn in his grand scheme. It was evident—Krimson was testing me, weighing my capabilities against his expectations, deciding my fate with the cold precision of a judge pronouncing a verdict. His expectations were clear—he expected power, control, an unwavering allegiance that would serve his purpose. But what he didn't anticipate was the evolution stirring within me, the growing realization that I no longer danced to his orchestrated tune. "Krimson," I uttered, each syllable laced with a steely determination, "the reality of our situation has changed. I am no longer under your control." I continued, my voice steady and resolute, enunciating the liberation coursing through my veins. "I am not a puppet to be manipulated at your whim. My powers are mine alone, not to serve your whims any longer. You can no longer make me fee