Archmage Lucian stormed down the dimly lit hallway of the ancient mage tower, his footsteps echoing ominously against the stone walls. The glare etched on his face deepened with each passing moment.

His immense power, barely contained within him, surged with a dangerous intensity. In that moment, he harbored a seething desire to unleash destruction upon everything around him, to obliterate the world itself. The thought of you, held him back. You were the singular reason he hadn't succumbed to the overwhelming urge to unleash chaos.

The sight of you softened his expression momentarily, a rare glimpse of tenderness breaking through his stoic facade. However, as his gaze fell upon the bruise marring your cheek, his softness turned to a terrifying fury. His red eyes blazed with an inferno of protective rage.

"Who did this?" His voice, usually calm and measured, growled with an unsettling intensity that sent a shiver down your spine.