Lilith glared at the group of young nobles—brainless dolts who believed the world revolved around them.
The only egotistical maniac she had room for in her life was Damon.
There was no space for fools.
At the center stood a long-haired youth, clearly of ember folk heritage, with sharp red hair and piercing green eyes.
"I, Count Garrick Vellorian of House Vellorian, formally challenge Damon the Ascendant to a duel," he declared with disdain, voice echoing across the ballroom.
"If you're as great as I've heard… why don't you show us?"
Damon regarded him coolly. He was already in a foul mood—seeing Lilith had softened it slightly. But now this fool… this fool had chosen the worst possible time to poke the hornets' nest.
Lilith's eyes were already murderous, her mouth opening to unleash verbal devastation—
But Damon raised his hand, stopping her.
If they wanted a show, then fine. He'd give them a spectacle.
