Lucian watched the three fallen demigods with a calm expression, his gaze fixed on the bodies torn apart by Balack's deadly precision. The liquid spirits moving through the shadows silently vanished, not disturbing the order of things.
Only they and Lucian had witnessed Balack's lightning move with complete clarity, and although the others were not as aware, the demigods no longer represented a danger. "You have improved, Balack," Lucian said, with a slight smile.
Despite the apparent coldness of his words, something in his tone indicated genuine approval. Although he did not usually show it, there was a certain pride in his eyes for the young man who had once been a hindrance, but who now proved that he could take care of himself.
Balack, with a satisfied smile, looked at the fallen bodies. There was some pride in his gaze as well, but not arrogance, but rather a contained satisfaction.
