Indeed, they both appreciate the value of a good post-game analysis; ever since they first worked together on Card Making, they've never stopped discussing it once they got started.
"...?"
Duke Rashar simply couldn't believe that the Spiritual Magic he prided himself on was completely ineffective.
He was one hundred percent certain that this man was Lankros, still bearing the Spiritual Fissure he had inflicted, which would undoubtedly cause excruciating pain once detonated.
Why could it be ignored?
Does his heart not bear even the slightest of wounds?
"Are you really Lankros?!"
Duke Rashar finally realized a terrifying conclusion that overturned all his previous conjectures.
"Rashar, you're even easier to battle than Talia."
Lanci's expression remained calm, as if nothing had happened.
He raised his right hand, and a lightning bolt as bright as day erupted from his palm, carrying the force of a thunderbolt, slashing directly towards Rashar.