"They're causing too much destruction, aren't they?"
Lucian muttered in an annoyed tone, his gaze briefly settling on the battle taking place between Grace and Vivienne.
The spot where the two women had first clashed had been reduced to an enormous crater, and the surrounding area was barely recognisable anymore.
The ground was cracked, the nearby structures had been torn apart, and right now… the entire battlefield looked brighter despite it being midnight, the intense flames produced by the two women illuminating the surroundings while making them considerably warmer.
"Just… fucking die…!"
A voice filled with anger came from beside him.
Lucian turned his head slightly towards Silas.
Towards the brownish-red-haired vampire who was glaring at him with bloodshot eyes, his expression twisted by an overwhelming mixture of hatred and frustration.
Before Lucian could even respond, a massive fireball came hurtling towards him.
