Silence dominated the room as Hector joined Lucian, seated at the other end of the table.
Lukas had already risen to his feet and stayed on the side of the room with Gustav. As for the three—Vincent, Dante, and Alejandro—they also made their way to the table, joining Lucian around it.
Lucian continued to eat quietly, his calmness enough to maintain the tension in the air. From the beginning, he had barely said or done anything.
Why?
Because he had already decided. Meaning, these men's fates were already sealed.
"You should eat," Lucian broke his silence, his voice cool.
He lazily lifted his gaze, scanning every face around the table. When his gaze landed on the trio, a faint, disappointed sigh escaped him.
"Dominion… has always been filled with proud people who would not flinch even in death," he commented. "I am disappointed."
His eyes moved to Alejandro. "Especially you, Ale. I was expecting that, until the end, you'd hold on to your dignity even if it were futile."
