The Last King of Verduracliff IV
"Stop, Sir Luke!!"
"Hmm?!"
Luke's pupils darted towards Evan's direction upon hearing his sudden shout, and in that second the man's brain computed why the boy could have possibly called out to him at that point.
'He knows better than to interrupt me, but he still did: There must be a serious reason behind it.'
His foot stomped on the floor as he broke his run, his blue-eyed darting forward again as he noticed a spell forming right in front of him.
He could tank the spell with his high durability and still go on to destroy the grimoire, but he decided to listen to Evan and instantly jump leap out of the way.
***BOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!!
The spell's brief detonation unleashed a mingling surge of fiery and electric energies, crackling and swirling in a radiant burst.
But it did not reach Luke as the Sword Saint was already out of the way.
[Why'd you stop him, Master? He could have dealt with that easily.]
