บท 118: Subjugation (3)

"You are the one who killed Loren and Lothar."

Lucavion's lips curled into a small, confident smile as he raised his estoc, the blade glinting in the morning light. His eyes never left Sorn, who stood frozen, his earlier arrogance replaced by uncertainty. The faint purple glow of Lucavion's starlight mana swirled around his sword, crackling with restrained power.

"That's right," Lucavion said softly, his voice carrying an air of finality. "I'm the one who took down Loren and Lothar. And now, it's your turn."

Sorn's face twisted into a sneer, but there was no hiding the fear behind his eyes. He took a half step back, his sword trembling slightly in his grip. "You think you can just walk in here and take us all down? You're nothing but a—"

Before he could finish, Lucavion's sword ignited with starlight mana, the energy swirling around the blade in brilliant arcs of light. His eyes narrowed, and he took a slow, deliberate step forward.