Nothing was unfolding as expected. Lucius, once known for his composure, now teetered on the edge of sanity. His actions had become erratic, his once predictable movements now a mystery.

His plans in disarray, Lucius had completely unraveled. No longer the revered hero, he now wrought havoc upon the city, leaving destruction in his wake.

"I've longed for this moment, to finally crush you," Lucius's voice boomed ominously. "You and I aren't so different after all." With a surge of power, he summoned a massive plank of wood from behind him, ready to strike.