The theater's performance concluded, leaving Gabriel visibly unsettled. Dameon remained seated, his expression unreadable, seemingly impervious to the intended provocation.
Gabriel abruptly stood and exited.
"Wait!" Vivian called out, reaching for him.
But Gabriel was already gone.
"Aren't you going to stop your brother?" Luka asked.
"Of course not. They brought this upon themselves," Dameon replied.
Luka's smug expression remained. "I see. Then you're finally acknowledging your true nature."
That was the final straw for Dameon.
"I see. Then I'll be going with my brother," he said, extending his hand to Zaria. "Let's go."
"What? I'm not going with you!" she protested.
Ignoring her refusal, Dameon took her hand and led her away.
Luka's fury boiled over as he reached for his sword.
"The moment you draw that, consider yourself dead," Dameon warned, his glare icy.
Zaria felt a strange mix of emotions but followed Dameon nonetheless.
Luka stood alone, fists clenched.
