Lyuzen stepped forward from the crowd, his tall frame looming over the room like an indomitable force.
His eyes, cold yet calculating, locked onto Lyerin's, who stood in the center of the cage with a twisted grin, a maniacal light flickering in his eyes.
"Are you really doing this just for your amusement, Lyerin?" Lyuzen's voice was a mixture of disbelief and controlled fury. "Just for the thrill of destruction?"
Lyerin's head slowly turned toward his father.
His gaze, almost playful, met Lyuzen's, and he grinned even wider, his teeth gleaming under the dim lights of the chamber.
His voice was soft at first, almost teasing. "Awww, Father. Of course. I know it sounds crazy, but it really is what I want."
Then, without warning, Lyerin burst into loud, unsettling laughter, his body shaking with the force of it.
"Hahahaha! Isn't it brilliant?" he continued, his laughter subsiding as he wiped a tear from his eye.
