Lucian looked at the sight before him.
For a few seconds, he simply stood there as his gaze swept across the living room.
His neat and clean house looked like a junkyard right now.
The living room that Seraphina had cleaned just this morning—every cushion perfectly placed, along with the rest of the furniture—now looked like a battlefield that had been ravaged by a storm.
Aside from the broken glass that had been shattered by the goblins, almost every broken thing in the room was his work.
'Maybe I went too far,' he thought, his lips twitching slightly as he looked at the aftermath of him abusing the goblins.
There wasn't even much of a fight.
If someone else had walked into this room right now, they might have assumed that some brutal battle had taken place here.
But the truth was far simpler than that.
Lucian had completely outmatched them—to the point that he had to be careful not to kill them.
The fight itself had been short.
Almost disappointingly so.
Still—
