The climb back to the central fortress was silent.
The molten rivers far below sent waves of heat through the blackstone walkways, and the faint hum of the realm's magic sat heavy in the air.
By the time they reached the top tier, Daniel was already waiting in the high courtyard outside the audience hall. He stood with one hand resting on the hilt of his blade, watching them approach. His smile was there, but it didn't reach his eyes.
"I heard about the meeting," Daniel said, his tone light but edged. "You handled the lords well. And the kings… well, I can't argue with results."
Lucifer caught the subtle change in his gaze when it shifted to Ruka. The smile thinned.
"But," Daniel continued, "making Ruka a king? With the blood of the progenitor running in his veins?" His eyes sharpened. "That's not a small move, Lucifer. A demon king with that bloodline is more than just powerful—he's a threat to the throne. My throne."
