As Mirra glared at Lucas, her face contorted with fury. "Who do you think you are?" she spat, her voice shaking with barely contained rage. "Do you really think you can kill us so easily?"
Feris stepped forward, a smug grin curling on his lips. "We're 8-star elders of Necrovauld Academy," he sneered, his voice dripping with condescension. "And you? You're nothing but a foolish child."
Lucas remained silent, his expression unreadable as he looked at them both. Then, without warning, his lips curled into a faint, mocking smile. "What a bunch of idiots," he said, his voice casual, almost amused.
[Idiots indeed. I almost feel bad for them… almost,] the system chimed in, its tone laced with arrogance. [But watching them squirm? That's priceless.]
