Caelen's laugh echoed louder, wild and twisted like the cackle of a demon unchained. It rattled through the air, leaving everyone frozen—shocked. Confused.
His emerald eyes glowed like burning jade, casting an eerie green light across his face.
Ryan's breath caught in his throat. "My lord…?" he whispered, eyes wide in disbelief.
Garrox blinked, scoffing. "Oi… has your lord gone mad?"
But Caelen suddenly stopped laughing, the silence falling heavy like a dropped guillotine. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.
He turned his glowing eyes toward Garrox.
"Oi, Garrox," he said calmly.
Garrox turned instinctively.
Caelen's voice lowered, dangerous and cold.
"Wanna play a game… with the devil?"
Garrox frowned. "Game? What are you talking about? You're not in any damn position to do anything—"
But Caelen took a step forward. His aura flared like a violent storm. Shadows bent away from him, torchlight twisted unnaturally.
