Shit. Luz and Grimm both cursed in the back of Lucius' mind at once. His senses dulled.
"You will do no such thing. Break me. Beat me. Rend my flesh from my very bones… but you will never lay a finger on Rena, Kalliope, Jade…" Lucius paused for a moment, but continued. "I will kill you before you do."
Lucius gathered all his mana, taking along with it everything he was using as a mask earlier. It gathered in his palms and shot forward in a massive streak of red light. The room was painted a deep crimson, nobles screamed in pain and the ground turned to glass from the heat. The elf, however, did little else than draw his sword. Though the heat of the bolt of lightning created a shimmer in the air, the area around the blade was unaffected. With a lazy swipe, the elf slashed through the spell.
