A gentle breeze blew across the battlefield, causing Lucius's hair to flutter gently. His eyes narrowed, his head snapping toward the golden moon. For some reason, the color irritated him.
Everyone watched as he casually reached toward the moon, its golden light, flowing into his open palm. No one tried to stop him, their gaze calm, some tinged with curiosity.
"For over half a century, you all benefited from this evil system that claimed the lives of many. My parents included... " Lucius said, his gaze fixated on the golden veins bulging around his arm. "Don't you think you owe it to the world to die tonight?"
Buzz!
Victor and everyone else present frowned, their faces twisting in ugly ways. Everyone knew the world could witness and see what was happening, his words were dangerous.