"I will follow you."
The chamber fell silent. The other disciples turned to stare at her, their wide eyes filled with confusion and surprise. Even Sheila and Manco froze beside her, their faces mirroring the shock that rippled through the group.
Lucavion, however, tilted his head slightly, the faintest flicker of surprise crossing his features before his smirk returned. "Oh?"
"I said," Ilyana repeated, lifting her chin, "I will follow you."
Lucavion's dark eyes met hers, sharp and assessing, as though he were peering into the depths of her resolve. "And why would you do that?" he asked, his tone curious, almost teasing.