Lucy, having lost all restraint, moved with terrifying speed toward the man holding Lucas hostage. The man, already trembling as he felt the weight of Lucy's gaze, tightened his grip on the sword, desperately trying to press it against Lucas's neck.
But it was too late.
Lucas remained calm, knowing that the sword posed no real threat to him. His current golem body was impervious to such a mundane weapon. As the blade made contact with his neck, it barely scratched the surface, leaving Lucas completely unfazed.
The man, still oblivious to the impending danger, tightened his grip on the sword, pushing the blade harder against Lucas's neck. He smirked, his voice dripping with overconfidence. "Stay back, or I'll—"
His words faltered as his eyes caught something terrifying.
