"Well, well… look at this land of mine," Lucian said with a smirk, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he surveyed the growing settlement in front of him.
"...This isn't yours," Annie's voice cut through his musings, her tone dry but stern.
Lucian sat comfortably on Makena's shoulder, his small body snug within his newly crafted mecha napkin form. He waved a hand dismissively. "What do you mean it's not mine, Annie my girl? Makena might end up misunderstanding," he teased, his words clearly meant to poke fun.
Around them, the settlement of Scualor 7 was alive with activity, a stark contrast to the calm, almost mystical atmosphere of the Verdant Turtle.
"Look, it's… it's the General."
"Is… that a Moon elf? Nobody told me they were giants!"
