(POV: Akashic Records)
Central District, Silva Citadel.
The recovery room was filled with a tense atmosphere as Lumiere, Serena, Isadora, Stellaria, and Fasit gathered around Lirien. Lumiere, his hair tied into a messy bun, wore a black shirt and jean overalls with one strap hanging down. His slippers completed his casual ensemble as he stood with one hand on his waist, his gaze fixed intently on Lirien.
Lirien sat on the bed, her body still weak from the traumatic incident she had endured.
She looked at Lumiere with disbelief.
"I can't believe you're alive," she murmured. "You shouldn't have survived with almost half of your body cut off?"
Lumiere's expression remained stoic, not giving any indication of the immense pain and suffering he'd endured. He remained silent, his eyes piercing through Lirien as if searching for something within her. Isadora, standing beside Lirien, gazed blankly at her sister, unsure of what to make of the situation.
