Chapter 231: The Silver Requiem
Lucien Vaelmont stepped onto the polished stone of the sparring mat.
He held his silver rapier in a flawless, formal dueling stance. The Storm Sovereign bowed at the waist, offering the deep, traditional respect owed from a noble heir to a sitting Guildmaster.
Seraphina Vance stood across from him.
The top-tier Healer did not return the bow. She did not draw her weapon. The [Silver Requiem] remained sheathed at her hip. She stood perfectly relaxed, her hands tucked neatly inside the wide sleeves of her combat tunic.
"Come at me, Lucien," Seraphina ordered calmly. "Everything you have."
Lucien did not hesitate.
ZAP!
He vanished. A blinding flash of crackling blue lightning was the only proof he had ever stood there.
He crossed the twenty-foot gap in a fraction of a second. The silver rapier became a blurred arc of solid electricity. He unleashed a blistering flurry of a thousand precise, lethal thrusts aimed directly at her major arteries.
