The gaunt 's mouth hung open, her disbelief plain. She struggled to form words, her gaze darting between Lucavion and the faint glow of his [Flame of Equinox] that still lingered on the blade.
"You... you killed him?" she stammered, her voice hoarse and incredulous. "Don't lie! How could you possibly—he was a peak 4-star warrior!" Her voice rose, trembling with desperation. "This is no time for jokes. You don't understand—Vaelric was more monster than man! If he's gone, it wasn't by someone like you."
Lucavion tilted his head, his expression calm but edged with faint amusement. "That's quite the endorsement for his strength, but unfortunately for him, he underestimated mine. Vaelric's body lies in pieces several floors above us."