Riven and Vespera Darkheart's eyes shifted toward their son, Lucian Darkheart, who had likewise reached the Planetary level. Lucian sat with the calm, unbothered expression of someone entirely accustomed to his own extraordinary abilities. Without warning, he turned his gaze toward Aaaninja and asked, his tone calm but genuinely curious, "How strong was the Angel?"
Aaaninja tilted his head slightly toward Lucian before responding, his voice flat, as if discussing an ordinary matter. "If they are at that level… then they are here to get slaughtered." He had dispatched the Angel in only a handful of blows; the encounter had hardly challenged him.
Lucian shook his head slowly, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "You forget not everyone is as talented, or as strong, as us," he said, his voice carrying both amusement and a subtle warning.
