The White Crow was rinsed with the wave of silence and fear from the presence that emptied their lungs away with a mere glance, however, all other adventurers could only tell from the way Lyon walked on the street, that he had resolved the issue and stopped the chain of battles that were about to escalate.
"Let's go hunt the Cockatrice then," uttered Lyon as he watched the passing clouds above.
"I can solo it," said Graham, "Just say the word, master."
"Heh, that easy huh?" Lyon jested with a chuckle.
"I can do it too," said Kesya. "Without my eyes close!"
"That's reckless," said Assid. "A glance from the Cockatrice would still hurt your soul."
"Soul?" Lyon raised his brows. "So, all that instant death nonsense is actually because its glance is an attack on one's soul?"
