Lucifer's smirk didn't falter as he stepped closer to Loki, his fingers grazing the golden chains holding the Trickster in place. His dark eyes, glinting with cold determination, flicked over the restraints. With a quiet hum of energy, a faint shimmer spread from Lucifer's hand, and the chains crumbled like ash, falling to the ground with a dull clink.
Loki flexed his wrists, a crooked grin tugging at his lips as he stood. He rolled his shoulders, savoring the feeling of freedom, his emerald eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and anticipation. "Well," Loki drawled, brushing nonexistent dust from his sleeve. "That's a fine start, Morningstar. I'll admit, you have a certain… flair."
Lucifer didn't respond, his gaze shifting to Nezha, who had been watching silently from the shadows. With a slight nod from Lucifer, the three turned and began to make their way back toward the chamber's entrance, Loki trailing behind like a shadow that refused to be ignored.