The dark hall echoed with Luci's stumbling footsteps as he limped away, his once-powerful aura now reduced to desperation. I moved behind him in silence, each of my steps as certain and calculated as his were frantic and unsure. Shadows clung to the walls, mirroring the fear that had finally cracked his facade.
"Stop running, Luci," I called out, my voice low and taunting. "You wanted power, didn't you? Power so great you'd betray anyone to get it."
Luci turned, his face pale, eyes wild with anger and fear. "You don't understand," he spat, his voice shaking. "This world needs change. It needs a revolution, not heroes hiding in the shadows."
"Your revolution is a twisted illusion." I closed the distance, my gaze hardening as I watched him stagger back, defiance and terror in his eyes.
