Frankly, Lucresia's mind went blank at that instant—it took her nearly two to three seconds to regain her ability to think and realize what the situation before her eyes actually was.
More terrifying than being trapped in a nightmare corrupted by the Scions of the Sun was suddenly encountering her father, who had returned from the Subspace; but even more frightening was that her own scythe was hacking towards her father's neck.
Now, the scythe had lost control, a faint green fire creeping along its pitch-black blade and long handle, as if it had entered another dimension and could no longer be grasped by her. Lucresia's body stiffened as she struggled to maintain her grip on the scythe, and after much effort, she managed to blurt out, "Your… your scythe is really unique…"
"Do you always stop using your brain when you're nervous?" Duncan finally let go of his grip, the green flames dissipating with it, "What's the situation here?"