No room for Mercy

"I-I'm sorry!" Lord Harrington's voice trembled, his bravado shattered in the wake of the devastating display of power he had just witnessed.

"What are you sorry for?" Daniel's voice dripped with a mix of amusement and challenge, his wicked smile never leaving his lips.

"I didn't open my eyes to see the mountain, and I have just realized it now,"

Lord Harrington stammered, desperation lacing his words.

His excuse was feeble, a last-ditch effort to appeal to Daniel's sense of understanding.

Daniel's expression remained unchanged, his gaze was steady on the trembling nobleman.

The air in the room seemed to thicken with tension as the two figures stood locked in a silent exchange, the weight of the situation hanging heavily between them.

"You wanted power and control, didn't you?"

Daniel's voice was cool, cutting through the air like a blade.

"You thought you could wield authority without consequence."