Lucius watched the battlefield from his position, his silver hair shining in the dim light.
His eyes were calm, but there was a glint of anticipation.
L-Drake stood in front of him, arms crossed, still holding Hadrian back.
"L-Drake," Lucius called out, his tone light.
"That's enough. Come to me."
L-Drake's eyes glowed as he turned his head, nodding once.
His silver scales shimmered.
He stepped back, his arms lowering.
With a single movement, he turned and walked toward Lucius, leaving Hadrian standing alone.
Hadrian's claws twitched, his eyes burning.
"Finally… you're here," he said, his voice low.
"Now it's time to finish you once and for all."
He shifted his feet, claws ready.
"And after that," he continued, "I will become the top—unconditionally."
Lucius's smirk grew wider, his silver eyes glowing faintly.
"I see," he said, his voice calm but edged with amusement.
"If that's the case, let's see who will be on top."
