It had been several days since Lucas and Roxana had destroyed the latest noble family. They flew through the skies at a slow, unhurried pace, the gentle breeze rustling their clothes as the world below passed by in peaceful silence. The horizon stretched endlessly before them, the calm a stark contrast to the destruction they had left behind.
Neither of them seemed the least bit concerned about the chaos and fear they had stirred throughout the kingdom. If anything, the calmness that surrounded them was almost serene—like a quiet before the storm.
Roxana stretched her arms lazily as they flew, her eyes half-closed in boredom. "You know," she said, her tone light but teasing, "for all the noise these nobles make, they sure fall pretty easily. It's starting to feel like we're cleaning up trash."
