"What do you want, Lucifer of Obsidian?" the Goddess of Magic asked, her glowing white eyes narrowing slightly.
Lucifer didn't relax his posture. He kept his hand resting casually near the hilt of the Blade of Ruin. He had forced a parley through absolute violence, and he wasn't going to surrender the momentum.
"I told your Grand Magus," Lucifer stated smoothly. "I am here for the library. I require your highest-tier alchemy formulas and ancient spellcraft. The knowledge locked inside your academy."
The Goddess of Magic scoffed softly. It was a melodic, entirely dismissive sound.
"You want my formulas?" she asked, a faint trace of genuine amusement cutting through her cold demeanor. "You slaughter my elite guard, shatter my towers, and threaten to drop a mountain on my academy, all because you want a few potion recipes?"
