"You arrogant—!" Lucian snarled, slamming his palms onto the ground. The earth beneath Liam's feet quaked violently, shifting like liquid as it tried to swallow him whole.
But Liam was already on the move. With a sharp leap, he landed on one of the still-standing pillars, balancing effortlessly on its narrow edge. He crouched slightly, his sharp gaze locking onto Lucian below.
"You know," Liam began, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade, "I get it now. You're not angry because of the library incident. No, this is something deeper."
Lucian hesitated, his myst flaring unpredictably as Liam's words struck a nerve.
"You're mad because no matter how much power you throw around, no one really respects you, do they?" Liam continued, his tone calculated and razor-sharp. "Even Chris treats you like a tool. All that strength, and yet you're still just his lackey."
