"...."
The air in the underground passageway was suffocating, heavy with the remnants of dark magic that still clung to the walls. Lucius—Lord Mors, as the world feared him—stood before Lady Hildegard, his dark aura crackling ominously.
His purple eyes glowed faintly in the dim light, locking onto her trembling form.
Lady Hildegard, so composed mere moments ago, was now on her knees, her hands clasped together in a desperate plea.
"Please," she whispered, her voice trembling.
"If you kill me, there will be no peace. My death will only bring further suffering, and I beg you not to walk that path."
Lucius tilted his head, a mocking grin forming on his lips.
"Peace?" he echoed, his voice cold and dripping with disdain. "There was no peace for my people. No mercy for my Vassals. Why should I grant you what was never afforded to me?"
Before he could strike, a thunderous voice echoed through the passage.
