Lucas didn't waste time. He moved with a quiet certainty that silenced whatever murmurs still lingered in the corners of the vast chamber. He stepped back to the table, his fingers steady as he gathered the necessary tools and ingredients once more. There was no showmanship in his movements, no arrogance in his posture, only calm, measured precision.
The room watched in complete silence. Every breath felt like it might disturb the delicate process they were now too afraid to interrupt.
Flame burst to life at the center of his palm, and the dance began again.
