Chapter 35:The Devil Council

The sky dimmed, the last remnants of sunlight bleeding into deep shades of violet and crimson. It felt as though the heavens themselves recoiled, sensing the storm brewing below. The kingdom square, once echoing with celebration, now buzzed with the low hum of dread. The civilians shrank back into alleys and doorways, watching with wide eyes as the confrontation unfolded.

Luci stood tall, his crimson eyes flickering like dying stars, blood still dripping from his fingers. He twirled the severed hand lazily, humming a broken tune as if tearing apart flesh were a casual pastime.

The injured mage's screams echoed, his voice hoarse and raw, until another mage pressed a glowing hand to the wound, sealing the skin in a web of golden threads. But the pain lingered — not just in his body but in his pride. He glared up at Luci, hatred burning brighter than any spell.

The Arch-Seer didn't flinch.

He merely watched, studying Luci like one might study a caged beast.