Magnus kept his gaze fixated on Rubin, who used the magic to shut the door and even barred Izaak's entry into the house. Unlike many, who would get hyper in such a situation, Magnus looked calm and composed.
"Why isn't Prince Magnus scared?" Rubin questioned, his eyes reflected the golden brown hue for a moment. "You thought you could bring me down. But I'm not that easy to defeat, Magnus," his tone changed and so were his expressions. He sounded as if Rubin had an old enmity with Magnus.
"Why should I tremble before a mere sorcerer?" Magnus retorted, striding past Rubin and venturing deeper into the house. He couldn't sense Dylan's aura within the confines of the dwelling. Pausing near the sofa, he leaned slightly, his gaze intense.
"So, what is the truth?" Magnus probed, his voice echoing in the silence. "Are you planning to vanquish me without even revealing the truth I've been relentlessly seeking?" he challenged, his tone laced with defiance.
