The courtyard froze as Lucien’s words reverberated around once again.

Elder Lance’s face grew pale, his lips trembled as he spat blood, “Even if you win boy, do you really think this is going to end well for you?” he asked, gritting his teeth, “Do you think the council is going to stay on the sidelines and watch while you kill off an elder?”

“Who said I was going to kill you?” Lucien asked, his brows furrowed as a faint smirk tugged at his lips, “No, I’m not killing ...