"Failed, huh? What a load of crap…"
Standing in front of the mirror in a luxurious room, a young man shook his head in frustration.
He was of average height, with short brown hair and a handsome face.
If Elina had been there, she would have recognized him immediately—one of her brothers, Cassian Lorian.
However, unlike Cassian, who had always appeared gentle on the surface, this time he looked cold, indifferent, and stern.
This expression would confuse anyone who knew him and make them wonder if he was still the same Cassian.
"That's normal. The demon I just summoned is weak. I was only resurrected a few days ago, and my power hasn't fully recovered yet."
A deep male voice echoed in his mind.
Cassian frowned in dissatisfaction. A few days ago, while he was preparing a plan to defeat his brothers in the Empire's anniversary celebration, that voice suddenly appeared in his head.
