Lucien's POV

As the male witch smiles sinisterly, a sense of mystery and foreboding lingers in the air. He bids us farewell in the most enigmatic manner, leaving us with a lingering sense of his destructive power.

Adam’s expression turns slightly sour as a tinge of jealousy creeps into his eyes. He remarks, “Well, it seems you had all the fun this time.” I chuckle softly, understanding his sentiments. “Don’t worry, my friend,” I reassure him. “Your time will come in the next battle.” We exchange a knowing look, acknowledging the camaraderie and the shared thrill of facing formidable adversaries.

Leaving the soldiers to tend to their injuries and attend to the fallen, we make our way back to the vehicle. I take the driver’s seat, accelerating with determination as we speed back towards the city. The streets are sparsely populated now, but the distant sounds of bustling music from various clubs create an atmosphere of vibrancy and excitement.

Adam and I engage in a conversation as we navigate throug