Lucian stood, hands burning with hellfire as he waited for the assassin to move.
Suddenly, two huge dark pillars came crashing down toward where Lucian stood.
Lucian laughed. He purposefully turned around dramatically, leaving a wide opening at his back as he waved his arms behind him, melting the two pillars into nothing.
The crimson assassin moved, appearing directly at Lucian's back.
"This is my domain!" he shouted, spear glowing dark and crimson.
"Painful Rising!" He thrust as hard as he could toward Lucian, the sheer force of the strike tearing into the throne room floor, sending shockwaves.
Lucian's laughter caught mid-breath—cut off by sudden stillness.
He appeared behind the assassin, arms outstretched, hands pressed against the assassin's back.
"It's your mind, but it's my spell," Lucian snickered, igniting a combustion of hellfire at the base of his palm. The explosion was immense.
"Aghh—!" the crimson assassin screamed as the hellfire melted him.
