Caelum's sleek black car began to glide away from Alaric's office building. Behind the tinted, glare-resistant windows, his silhouette appeared calm and composed as always.
His gaze was fixed straight ahead, but there was something different in his eyes like a spark slowly igniting beneath the stillness. One hand rested casually near the window, his shoulders leaning slightly forward, lost in thought.
Just before his eyes fully closed to embrace the silence, a faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. It wasn't a wide, cheerful smile. It was a thin, calculated one. Not born from amusement, but from confidence certainty that the seed he just planted would grow into a tree no one could bring down. Sooner or later.
"Just wait and see," he muttered under his breath, barely audible in the car's soundproof cabin. "I'll make something out of you, Alaric."
