Lucas Graham's confidence in his reflection had waned, though his expression had grown more rigid.
"Now I believe you're one of them..." he said coldly, his voice slicing through the room like ice, sending a chill straight to everyone's core.
Still, Noah remained calm, a slight smile on his lips. Completely unaffected by the devilish aura that Lucas emitted.
"I don't understand what you're trying to say, Uncle Lucas... And why do you look so frightening? As if you've seen someone you didn't want to meet..."
Noah replied, even though deep down, he knew Lucas was about to uncover the truth, that he was one of the hunters chasing devils like him.
Lucas no longer radiated that crushing pressure that had tortured everyone moments before.
But his voice, cold and lethal, cut through the silence as he ordered, "Kill them both!" It only added to the room's suffocating tension.
