"You need to pay the price for your actions."
As Lucavion said that, a sudden pressure enveloped Ragna. It was something primal, something that he had witnessed before.
The same feeling when this young man before him first made his appearance.
Bloodlust.
"Haaaaah...Haaaaaah...…"
It was getting hard to breathe for every second, as if his lungs were getting crushed. But just as it happened, it disappeared at the same time.
"Haaaah…."
Lucavion ignored Ragna's heavy breathing as he continued with his words.
"The damage you've caused—especially to people like Greta—is not something that can be forgiven just because you've had time to think."
Ragna's eyes flickered with discomfort, his shoulders tensing slightly at the mention of Greta. He knew what Lucavion was referring to, and the weight of his past actions seemed to settle heavily on him.
