Lucian's mind snapped back to the real world—the scorched courtyard of Perval Manor.
He stared at the crimson assassin, whose eyes were now blank, mind utterly shattered.
"Well... guess I gotta break the bad news to the Third Prince," Lucian chuckled. With a casual snap of his fingers, he scorched the assassin's body into ash, hellfire devouring it completely.
The Third Prince, sheathing his sword, approached with a look of confusion etched into his draconic features—though his eyes still flickered faintly, disappointed he hadn't gotten his rematch.
"What was that about?" the Third Prince sighed, draconic traits fading as he spoke.
"Information," Lucian said simply, smiling as he approached and gave the prince's shoulder a friendly pat.
"Take a look."
Lucian's eyes glowed, the tips of his fingers pulsing with a soft violet light.
The Third Prince stiffened, clutching his forehead as a flood of knowledge hit him.
