The White Horse House Massacre, the moment Lucas shed blood for his own ambition and justice. The Sunflower Contest, filled with hatred and discrimination. There, as in the Moon Kingdom, wizards and non-wizards were separated by caste and injustice.
Lord Artan snapped his fingers again. The wall behind him split in two. A large weapon with the strongest metal coating pressed its muzzle towards Lucas. With a loud whirring sound, a spark of light appeared, preparing a fatal shot. The man looked at Lucas coldly, his eyes showing a deep seated hatred.
Such hatred was something Lucas was used to seeing, only Lucas was not so interested in the glare of hate. There was no change in his face, even though his mind was working fast. Lucas watched every move, and of course, the weapon was a high-tech weapon with the added power of a master magician.
