The disciples of the Cloud Heavens Sect watched Lucavion's fight with wide-eyed focus, their expressions a mix of astonishment and intrigue. Each had anticipated a drawn-out battle, given that Lucavion's aura suggested he was, at best, a peak 2-star Awakened. Yet, what they had just witnessed defied their expectations.
"That… technique," one of the disciples murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, as if speaking too loudly might disrupt the memory of his movements. "He didn't even summon his mana fully."
Another disciple nodded, his gaze still locked on Lucavion, who stood relaxed, his estoc lightly resting at the defeated man's throat. "He read through every move as if the fight was choreographed. Six seconds… That's all it took."
