Whether it was in his past life or this life, he never liked it when someone joked about his family matter. More than that, he had never felt such a sickening feeling.
Anger like never was burning in his chest. The surge of anger seemed to propel his strength while whispering words of revenge.
Maybe this was his illusion or this might be due to hormonal action, induced by adrenaline, but no matter what, he had never felt such a desire to slaughter and butcher someone.
Fuelled by immense hatred, Lucas could feel a torrent of magical energy flowing through his vessels, acting as a reserve.
The body was full of wounds, but he ignored the pain. His breathing became rapid, and he hurriedly inhaled air, causing his lungs to expand tightly, which made his mind clear a bit.
His eyes turned blank, seeing the man standing before him haughtily, and the scene of him conversing with Sir Harris came into his mind.
