Chapter 10 – The Son and the Flame
Chapter 10 – The Son and the Flame
Two days before the sky burned red, the capital knew its own kind of fire.
Not of magic — but of legacy, duty, and pressure wrapped in velvet and gold.
Luceris moved like a weapon unsheathed.
Ten palace guards surrounded him, blades drawn, formation tight — but they hesitated.
He did not.
With a blur of motion, he stepped through their ranks like wind made steel. The first went down with a grunt and a flash of red velvet. The second and third followed — parried, twisted, dropped in perfect rhythm.
"Come on," Luceris laughed. "Ten against one, and you still can't touch me? At least make me breathe harder."
One of the guards muttered to the others, sweat beading at his temple.
"All at once. Now."
They charged. Luceris smiled.