Under the shuddering tension of the battlefield, Lucien's underlings surged forward, their eyes wide with shock as they saw their leader's lifeless body crumple in Lucan's arms.
Darius was the first to react. His usually composed demeanor shattered as his heavy steps, each firm and determined carried him closer, yet his expression was a mask of restrained fury.
"Lucien…" Rhys muttered, his usual calm face twisted with disbelief. He glanced up, his gaze catching Lucan's, the moment's weight pressing down on him.
"You!" Rhys shouted, his voice filled with confusion and accusation. "What have you done?!"
Darius stepped forward, his hand lifting to silence Rhys. His voice was sharp and commanding, laced with authority. "Hold your tongue," Darius growled, his dark eyes fixed on Lucan. This is not his fault."
