Ravenna is not going to believe it until she sees a body with her own two eyes.
She didn't know Lucivar's process of thinking as well as Leandra did, but she knew how he operated, and this doesn't fit his normal move at all. Across the time she spent with him, never once did Lucivar show a suicidal trait.
In fact, he was the opposite—he was a survivor, with great ambition, too.
No chance that he'd thrown it all away.
"He must still be alive…" She whispered faintly.
One might think that she was telling it to Leandra, to give strength, but it was the opposite.
She was assuring herself more than trying to assure Leandra with that whisper.
Quickly, impatiently, she grabbed Leandra by her collar and carried her with one hand—someone of her strength will not have a problem lifting thousands of kilograms with one hand, even in this condition, so carrying Leandra is not a problem.
No time to waste.
Ravenna could wait a second longer and wait for Leandra to snap out of her daze.
