Reflective Escape

Darian didn't answer.

But for the first time, Ivaim thought he saw something flicker in the man's cold, resolute expression—something almost human.

A faint trace of sorrow lingered there, like a man burdened by a path he hadn't chosen but one he was determined to follow nonetheless.

"I don't want to do this, Ivaim."

Darian said softly, flicking his hand.

A shimmering white whip materialized, snapping toward Ivaim with precise but restrained force—not to harm, only to hold him back.

Ivaim didn't hesitate.

[Lucky Leap] activated, propelling him backward just in time to avoid the crackling strike.

'Close one...'

Ivaim muttered, eyes narrowing.

Flipping a coin between his fingers, he infused it with ominous energy and hurled it toward Darian, activating [Whisper].

"Catch it."

Darian's brow furrowed slightly, but the command was difficult to resist.