With the demise of Lucius's legion of the damned, the world was peaceful again and silence had returned to the battlefield.
Lyxor watched Lucius snap his fingers and the swords strapped to his waist were engulfed in a silver hue. His katanas shot out of their sheathes, orbiting his figure.
"I'll face him directly… Your job is to watch my back and support me in any way possible." Lucius said, his voice calm while his gaze was as fixated on Victor's approaching figure.
Lyxor noticed the rage behind Lucius's actions was gone and replaced with calm rationality.
"Very well… Be careful." Lyxor agreed with a nod, however, his suspicious gaze couldn't leave the ethereal ancient kings.
Lyxor suspected these ancient kings may turn on them now that there were no undead soldiers to deal with.
