Upon hearing Lucivar's voice, the eldest turned before her grasp on Rory and Mory tightened.
Sliding down from the cliff was Lucivar, but he was not alone.
Both of his hands were clenched around the skulls of two figures—clad in pitch-black attire, their garb marking them unmistakably as assassins or spies. Strapped to their waists were firearms, which made it obvious that they came from an independent city, or rather, Sunhold City.
Not to mention, these two were clearly Hybrids.
As Lucivar dragged them nonchalantly, the two were wailing as the grip was crushing their skulls.
Desperately, the two used their attribute to burn Lucivar's hands, but it did nothing to him.
Even as his hands burned with hell flames, Lucivar didn't seem to be bothered.
As Lucivar dragged them along with a casual, almost bored gait, the two wailed in agony—their skulls groaned under the merciless pressure of Lucivar's grip. So much so that their eyes rolled back, and the pain was unbelievable.
