Chapter 223 – Archduke of Smugness
Vyrak's lips curled, but it wasn't fear. No, he was smiling — that smug, perfect-pride smile only someone in the Pride Ring could pull off. The kind of grin that said 'I've never once been told no in my life and if you stabbed me, I'd probably sue you for damaging my aesthetic.'
"Oh, you're cute," Vyrak said, voice dripping with smooth arrogance. "Threatening me in my own district. Do you have any idea who I am?"
"Archduke of Shietness," Lux said flatly.
Vyrak blinked. "That's self-styled. The official title is—"
Lux raised Devorare a fraction, enough that the air hissed between them. "Arch. Duke. Of. Shietness."
Vyrak's nostrils flared. "You've got a mouth on you, Greed-boy. Let's see if it's still working after I've broken every bone in your—"
The last word never landed.
Lux moved.
A step? No. A flicker. A distortion. Teleportation slammed him into Vyrak's space so fast the air rippled between them.
-CLANG!
