Chapter 372 – Anchor
Lux didn't respond, but yeah—that glint was there. Rage. Cold and calculating. Rage born not from emotion, but from insult. From inefficiency. From being underestimated.
Sira leaned closer, the glow of her eyes catching the low lights of the room. "They used to look down on you," she murmured. "I remember."
Lux smirked. "And now they come to me like trained puppies. Tails wagging, tongues out, waiting for a credit injection."
Sira laughed. It was a velvet sound, deep and indulgent. "Oh, I remember that one warlord who spat on your shoes at the summit. Came crawling three years later begging for an investment to expand his mana refinery."
"And I made him pay for what he had done," Lux said dryly.
"Humiliation," Sira whispered. "Delicious."
But his expression turned more serious as he glanced back at the sleeping girl on the bed.
Ariel. Small. Fragile. Broken in places that should never have been touched by cruelty.
