The atmosphere within the cottage was serene, an ironic juxtaposition to the carnage that had unfolded mere moments ago.
The soft hum of ambient magic in the air provided a soothing backdrop as Anthony reclined on a plush chair, his expression one of utter indifference.
Across from him, Lucian leaned casually against the wall, his arms folded, his sharp eyes fixed on Anthony.
Meanwhile, Aaaninja sat cross-legged on the floor, his ever closed eyes betraying nothing of his thoughts.
For a time, the room was silent save for the faint crackling of energy that lingered from the creation of the cottage.
It was Lucian who finally broke the quiet, his tone laced with an almost teasing curiosity.
"So"
He began, his voice smooth yet edged with challenge.
"I assume your 'boring' battle was as uneventful as you claim?"
