Chapter 315
While the battle raged in the arena, Lucian—who had left moments earlier—was now seen striding rapidly toward his office.
His hands were tucked into the flowing sleeves of his robe, but his pace grew increasingly agitated, his footsteps echoing through the stone corridors.
He finally reached his office, slamming the door shut behind him. A deep frown etched itself onto his face as he collapsed into his chair, his palms covering his face. The chair swiveled in slow, frantic circles, the tension thick in the air until—
"Damn it!" Lucian roared, snatching a heavy object from his desk and hurling it into the wall. The impact cracked the surface, leaving a gaping hole as fragments rained to the floor.
"How can a kid like him wield four affinities—and they say it's no problem?! How can't there be a problem?! This kid is the problem!" he bellowed, yanking at his crimson hair in frustration.
