"The Sword Demon."
The Duke knew about that name. After all, it had caused quite an uproar.
"Yep. That's one of the names I'm going with."
Lucavion replied. But he still was not finished.
"But that's still not enough for you, is it?"
His voice was calm, almost amused.
"After all, even though the name Sword Demon may hold weight, I'm still just a rogue swordsman. A mere anomaly. Someone who has shaken the empire, yes… but only a little."
He raised a hand.
Slowly.
Deliberately.
And then—
A black light began to ooze from his fingertips.
Dark, fluid, yet strangely weightless.
The air around them shifted.
The chamber dimmed.
Not from the absence of light, but from the sheer presence of something else.
The black energy swirled, rising like smoke, but within its depths—
Stars.
