Maxime’s usually calm and composed demeanor had shattered like fragile glass, leaving behind a storm of agitation and disbelief.
He paced up and down the length of the office, his heavy boots thudding against the marble floor. His mind raced with a thousand conflicting thoughts, each one more troubling than the last. How could this be possible? His son, Axel, turning into a Reaper? The word itself sent chills down his spine, dredging up ancient fears that he thought he had buried centuries ago.
Maxime stopped abruptly, gripping the edge of his grand mahogany desk as if it could somehow ground him in the turbulent storm of emotions swirling within him.
“No... It has to be a mistake,” he muttered to himself, shaking his head as if the act could dispel the horrifying revelation that Comma
