“You will be stripped off your appointment as high sentinel and the council had sentenced you to dissolution. Be honored to become part of Sylcea’s sustenance, and accept your fate Lucis.”

Lord Fabien looked at him, eyes laced with disappointment and regret at the wasted talent. Lucis cannot take the sight of it – he had already been judged. Everything was staged too perfectly that there is no room for a chance to prove himself. His gaze travelled from the man he had treated as a second parent, to his father who was standing a few paces behind him.

Do something. He looked at his father and pleaded with tears in his eyes, only to feel like a bucket of cold water had been splashed onto him due to his father’s indifference.

Lucis groaned as he stood up and with one last look took flight with no destination in mind, just to get away from that damnable place.