Lucian sighed and rested his hand on the seat Anthony had been occupying. Instantly, a duplicate of it appeared, materializing without hesitation. With deliberate ease, he lowered himself into it, settling comfortably.
Aaaninja, followed suit with equal ease, snapped his fingers. Time particles danced obediently to his will as he too replicated Anthony's seat, a subtle display of his mastery over both space and time.
"It turns out the Demon King was sharper than I anticipated," Lucian began, his tone tinged with mild exasperation. "After I called him 'Father-in-law' that one time, it seems he summoned every heir he has ever sired. Sifting through their memories, he discovered the woman I was sleeping with at the time, and he assigned her a mission: to bring me back to him, alive." Lucian paused briefly, the weight of the memory apparent in his measured words.
