Turning a blind eye to the destruction and mess around him, he waved his hand.
One of the survivors whom Lucas had left alive after cutting his limbs, darted across the place from where he was lying.
Flying across the sky, his body crashed into the floating blood chalice in the air.
The moment his body touched it, the man's expression turned ugly as a large amount of mana was sucked in by the blood chalice from him and soon, it lost its red colour, falling onto the ground like a normal chalice used for carrying wine.
The Ice Throne in which Julian's figure sat, disappeared and floating slowly her figure descended into his arms.
A hint of reluctance, pity, and sadness flashed over Lucas's eyes as she caressed the pale face, drafting the silky snow-white hair sticking to her face.
"I knew it, the moment I saw you, I couldn't contain my greed."
