Chapter 222 – I Don't Play Games
He adjusted his grip on Devorare, knelt slightly toward the camera, and let his voice drop into that quiet, deliberate register he used when closing a deal.
"Just wanted to give a bit of… suggestion," he said, gaze locked straight through the lens. "I don't play games."
His head tilted, a fraction sharper.
"And don't make me mad."
He paused.
Let it sit.
Then flicked a glance sideways toward Clone #5, who was currently wiping blood off his hands like this was an after-dinner cleanup.
"Bring him," Lux said.
The clone didn't ask who. He just stepped over Miraxa's sprawled corpse, grabbed Tarrek's headless-but-still-heavy body by the ankle, and dragged it over the bloodstained floor with a meaty scrape.
Lux rolled his wrist and the air warped for half a second—Clone #5 vanishing instantly with a muted snap of displaced mana, leaving just the dead gargoyle in Lux's grasp.
