[: 3rd POV :]
Gazing at Lyysandros last effort, Daniel laughed and it cut through silent.
The runes along Lysandros's chamber flickered and crawled outward, their red light eating the walls in tongues.
He leaned against a broken pillar with the ease of a man who had already killed monsters that could wipe a city, and watched the panic in the pillar's eyes like a spectator enjoying a play.
"I should have expect that someone like you wouldn't play fair"
"But oh well"
Daniel said, voice low and almost amused.
"Summon your lord or whoever you wish to come and I'll wait"
"Maybe they'll put you out of your misery gently."
Lysandros's smile hardened.
He straightened, robes falling like a shadow.
"Keep your confidence, butcher," he spat.
"You've ended my brothers, erased my work, and humiliated me, so yes, I will call down a hand that will grind you under its heel."
"Because you think your lord will protect you?" Daniel's eyes narrowed, violet flames licking at the edges.
