Chapter 38 - Battling Lukka (I)
The old man, a weathered figure draped in robes of midnight black, loomed ominously behind the Sky Bridges Lord in his dimly lit chamber. Shadows danced on the walls as the only source of light, a flickering candle, struggled against the encroaching darkness. His eyes, once dull with age, now sparked with a malevolent glow, as if reflecting the hidden depths of a lifetime marked by clandestine dealings.
With a voice like gravel grinding against stone, he spoke, each word carrying the weight of decades of experience. "Should I show him that we aren't mere pawns in his game? That he can't come around and easily mess with?" The question hung in the air, pregnant with the promise of impending retribution. His gnarled hands, etched with the stories of magical battles fought and secrets kept, clenched into fists that betrayed the simmering intensity beneath the surface.
