The room erupted the moment the words left Lucavion's mouth.
"Witch Hunt?" Valeria's voice was sharp, her tone tinged with incredulity and a touch of alarm.
Beside her, Nadoka's usually composed demeanor shattered as her voice joined in. "Witch Hunt?" The words echoed in the space, her sharp gaze fixed on Lucavion like a blade poised to strike.
The ominous phrase hung in the air, heavy and oppressive. But what drew even more attention, what seemed to suck the very warmth from the room, was the smile curling on Lucavion's lips. It wasn't a casual smirk or a grin of mischief—it was something darker, something that chilled the blood. The curve of his lips and the glint in his eyes radiated unspoken menace, as if he had conjured the devil itself into the dining hall.
