From the moment Vesperin arrived and began issuing his threats, Lucy barely spared him a glance. Her focus remained fixed on the task at hand—the mission she was determined to see through, the justice that needed to be served. Vesperin's arrogant posturing was nothing more than background noise to her.
As Zeus and Vesperin exchanged words, Lucy's attention remained squarely on Bork. She noticed his subtle movements, the way his body tensed as if preparing to flee. He was trying to wiggle free from her grasp, a cowardly move that only fueled her growing anger.
"You dare to run?" Lucy's voice cut through the air like a blade, her tone laced with icy contempt. Her eyes narrowed, locking onto Bork with a gaze that promised retribution. She could see the fear etched across his face, his earlier bravado now completely shattered.
