Lucan was fast asleep in his guest room at the Grand Temple, his mind drifting through a haze of half-remembered dreams. The faint sounds of the temple settling for the night barely registered in his consciousness. However, a soft creak of the door opening brought him to full alertness. His eyes remained closed, his breathing steady, as he sensed the presence of two figures entering the room.
These were not ordinary intruders. Lucan could feel the malice radiating from them even without looking. His mind quickly assessed the situation.
Erili's doing. The second-generation priest he had slapped earlier today was making his move. It was a trap—a stupid one.
In the game, this guy did many despicable things to get Maris, but she was just too kind and spared him more than once. Of course, in the end, he died, but not before causing a lot of trouble.
