The Third Prince exhaled sharply, pushing aside the glaring red flag of Lucian casually wielding hellfire. There were more pressing matters.
"The assassins at the manor and in the streets have been dealt with," he said, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Didn't expect a bunch of drunkards to have Dominions that strong."
His amusement was genuine—and directed at Lucian's so-called followers, whose surprising strength came courtesy of Lucian's Dominion-sharing spell.
Lucian offered a brief, knowing smile.
He brushed a few soot-streaked strands of hair from his face, eyes glinting with residual madness and calm.
"Glad they were useful," he chuckled, fingers weaving through the air in an elegant spiral.
"I'll keep an eye on him—just in case he tries to slip away," Lucian added, his voice steadier now, grounded.
[System Interference: Emotional Control Passive Activated]
