The moon hung high, casting a pale glow on the imposing estate of Lord Geralt.
The sprawling compound, surrounded by towering stone walls and armed guards, exuded an air of false security. Lucius walked toward it, his dark robes billowing slightly in the cool night breeze.
His steps were measured, his gaze steady, and his aura radiated pure menace.
The guards stationed at the gate noticed him immediately.
"Halt! Who goes there?" one barked, raising his weapon.
'I suppose Lili couldn't have gotten rid of the weapons of the guards that already had their weapons on during the plunder…' He thought to himself as he kept walking forward.
"I SAID HALT!"
Lucius did not answer.
Instead, he lifted his hand lazily, a faint purple energy coiling around his fingers like living tendrils. With a flick of his wrist, a wave of dark energy erupted forward, decaying the iron gate to rust and ash in an instant.
