Chapter 490 – Dark Ruby
"Impossible."
"Exactly."
The word hit the air like a verdict.
Lux leaned back into the couch again, head resting on the black velvet cushion that smelled faintly of sin and old cologne. His system projection hovered lazily above the living room coffee table—scrolling lines of glowing infernal gold, flickering gently in time with the firelight.
Charts. Market fluctuations. Trade vault movements. Contract performance. Warlord collateral auctions. Some fresh Hell Court drama about supply chain bottlenecks on corrupted obsidian bricks—again.
Nothing helpful. Nothing relevant.
He swiped left without looking. The system responded like a loyal hound, but his gaze didn't follow.
His mind wasn't there.
Not really.
And Sira knew it.
