Harmed by Sutekh's will for the second time, Lucivar needed to take a moment to breathe.
He could tell that another round of that pain would certainly break his mind.
It wasn't a pleasant feeling but useful nonetheless.
Zibbo stood up from the floor and approached Lucivar while still looking around warily.
"Don't worry, he's gone," Lucivar said, waving his hand.
"Who was that?" Zibbo asked, the pressure from that person was enormous. It was crushed on him, like standing in front of an almighty God in human flesh. "Don't tell me… Is he also like you? He's surely like you, isn't he?"
"Something like that," Lucivar answered without even opening his eyes.
He was slouched on a nearby sofa, resting his mind.
