Mistreci Io ✪

The rain over Veridia fell not in droplets, but in sheets of gray silk, muffling the city’s usual frantic pulse. In a penthouse overlooking the drowned skyline, Elias Vance knelt on a cold marble floor.

She turned back to the window, the key glinting in her palm. And somewhere deep in the penthouse, behind a gilded frame and a painted lie, a lock began to tremble. mistreci io

“Mistreci Io,” he whispered, the archaic title feeling like broken glass in his throat. The rain over Veridia fell not in droplets,