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Luther\'s eyes widened as he spotted Daeron crouched under the table, surrounded by fallen documents. He couldn\'t contain his laughter, which erupted from him like a mischievous volcano. "By the gods, my lord! You\'ve found the perfect hiding spot! I didn\'t know you were training to become a master of office furniture camouflage!"

Daeron emerged from his hiding spot, looking both relieved and slightly embarrassed. "Luther, what\'s going on? Why all the commotion?"

Luther tried to stifle his giggles, failing miserably as he recounted the chaotic scene. "Oh, my lord, you won\'t believe it! Young Master Damien and young Master Daemon are having the silliest fight I\'ve ever seen! It\'s like a wrestling match between drunken squirrels! They\'re flying through walls, crashing into furniture, and creating more chaos than a stampede of wild sheep!"

Daeron\'s eyes widened with disbelief. "Are you serious? They\'re fighting in the castle? We must put a stop to this madness!"

Luther nodded, his laughter finally subsiding. "That\'s why I came to find you, my lord. We need your authoritative presence to bring some order to this circus. Plus, I thought you might enjoy the spectacle!"

Daeron straightened his clothes and took a deep breath, ready to face the absurdity. "Lead the way, Luther. Let\'s go save our castle from the clutches of these brawling buffoons!"

With that, the two of them hurried out of the room, leaving behind a trail of scattered documents and a lingering sense of hilarity. 

...

Daeron and Luther descended the stairs and ascended the next one to reach the corridors.

Maids and butlers were running away like some natural disaster struck them.

They held the bodies of their comrades close to them.

"Are they dead?" Daeron asked, feeling a sense of loss seeing the poor servants.

"No, they seem to have lost consciousness," Luther said, looking at the contraction and expansion of one of the man\'s chests.

Daeron sighed in relief. He didn\'t know what he will do to his brothers if something had happened to one of the Zadkiel servants.

Climbing the stairs, the first thing he spotted was Daenys, her eyes transfixed on the upper floor with her jaws wide open.

"Daenys, sister..." he called out. "What in the hell is happening here." 

Daenys took her eyes off the roof and turned to regard the voice. Her face lit up when she saw Daeron but quickly fell seeing Luther behind him. All the relief felt a little moment ago was washed out.

"It\'s them. They are destroying everything," she said. "And honestly how the hell did Damien become this strong?" a shudder run down her spine when she thought about what happened just minutes ago.

The way he regarded Daemon was so cold and emotionless. Something new on him.

"I don\'t know. It must be because of the---"

Crack~ Boom~

Before Daeron can finish his sentence, something cracked through the roof with enough force to crush him, but he quickly darted backward and the \'thing\' tore through the floor, before settling on the ground floor with debris flying here and there.

"Bloody hell!" Luther exclaimed, clutching his head.

A cry came over the room on the floor as a lady clutched her bathrobe and ran away from the collapsed room. It seemed like it was a bathroom.

Then something jumped from the roof to the floor effortlessly. It was Damien. Though he was covered in dust, there was not a notable injury on him apart from the blood on his mouth and the cut on his hand.

On the other hand, though, Daemon was a mess. His shirt was ripped, his right sleeve was torn off and his pants were dirty and frayed. It was sure Damien had done wonders on him.

He was lying on the floor, panting and coughing up blood when Damien came down and stomped on his chest, causing him to wheeze for air.

His red eyes regarded the purple ones as the dust flew around. "Is that all you got brother? Or is there something new you want to try?"

Daemon became silent. It was apparent he was done. Physically and mentally.

"Should we do something, my lord?" Luther asked peering through the hole on the floor. He kept looking at Daenys but she didn\'t even bat an eye on him.

He felt a little something on his heart but shook his head.

"No," Daeron said, looking at Damien\'s back. For the first time, his back was steady and graceful unlike before when he would\'ve cowered in fear. He was feeling proud of his brother for finally standing up for himself.

"The fight seems to be over," Daenys chimed in. She was feeling a mixture of emotions watching them fight. She clenched her fists. The fight has proven she was the least of the genius in the Zadkiel family.

·ƈθm If Damien could best Daemon with just one and a half years of training, what does that make him? A prodigy among prodigies. An even greater talent than Danielle herself.

A monster.

On the floor, Daemon\'s hand twitched and Damien watched intently with a smile. Daemon\'s eyes locked with Damien\'s. There was no fear in his elder brother\'s eyes. The hatred from before has also melted away. There was only a craziness. Something he only has seen in the eyes of his father and eldest brother.

He\'s crazy for battle, he thought.

Then his hand fell to the ground, releasing the last of the resistance and finally accepting defeat at the hands of the so-called useless. Resistance was futile, no matter what he does this monster can counter him. Not countering- he can receive it and he can withstand it. How can a person who hasn\'t touched a sword since birth can best him at anything and everything at all?

Many questions swirled around his head. But one thing was sure. Out of all the Zadkiel children, he has the best talent. Even greater than Danielle.

"You\'ve become strong," he said. "Perhaps strongest in the family now. I don\'t know if it was black magic or something, enjoy your victory while you can. Don\'t think this is the end, brother. I\'ll come back, stronger than ever. And I\'ll shred you."

"I know you\'ll come back, dear brother," Damien chuckled. "And I\'ll slap back your sorry ass back to the cave you crawled out from without any mercy. So you make sure you have an Elder sword the next time you come back for more ass-whooping."

Damien looked down at his brother for a second and slowly walked off.

The whole castle was silent. Though there weren\'t any servants to spectate, it was apparent the story has spread through the entire castle like wildfire.

"What a fight!" Daeron shook his head in goosebumps. Seeing the two warriors accepting each other\'s strength. Just like the books.

"The fight was good and all, my lord but what of the castle? It\'s a complete ruin now." Luther reminded him and they all looked at the destruction made from just only two people.

It will take some time to fully rebuild the entire castle to its fullest.