Lucien sat in his office, his face betraying the fatigue and tension accumulated after the last hours of chaos.
The dim afternoon light filtered through the windows, casting long shadows over the scrolls and maps scattered across his desk. The silence that now reigned in the city was almost as unsettling as the roar of the monsters that had ravaged it moments before.
"Uncle," Varick's voice broke the silence, a tone of barely contained impatience in his voice. "Are you listening to me?"
Lucien looked up from the reports he was reviewing, his tired eyes meeting those of his nephew. "I'm listening, Varick. But you must understand that this isn't the best time to..."
"And when will be the best time?" Varick interrupted, his frustration evident. "I've been training relentlessly. I've mastered Elio's technique, I've even gotten along with him, just as you asked. Isn't it time for you to fulfill your part of the deal?"