The group of Malachor Clan and Necrovauld Academy disciples slowly approached, they exchanged uneasy glances, their murmurs growing louder. Their eyes flickered suspiciously between Lucy and Lucas, sensing something off.
"Why are they here?" one disciple whispered, his voice low and filled with unease. His brow furrowed in confusion as he scanned the pair, clearly trying to make sense of the situation. "They shouldn't be this close to the Death Volcano unless..."
"Unless they're up to something," another disciple chimed in, his voice tinged with suspicion. His hand drifted toward his sword, fingers twitching as if ready to draw at the slightest provocation.
"If we let them go," the first disciple continued, his voice growing more urgent, "it could become a serious problem for us. They might already know too much."
