"Haa… Haa… Haaa…"
Lucian's heavy, laboured breathing echoed throughout the plain garden as he shakily pushed himself upward once again.
Blood dropped from his mouth onto the stone below him.
His half-lidded crimson eyes slowly lifted toward Vivienne standing several meters away.
A few burns charred over his skin, along with a few wounds riddled across his body that were already healing at a terrifying pace.
The burnt skin restored itself along with everything else as his body regenerated almost greedily beneath the moonlight.
[Ding!~]
A soft chime suddenly rang inside his head.
Lucian's brows furrowed faintly as a translucent screen materialized before his eyes.
[You have learned the skill: Mist Form.]
[Mist Form]
– Converts parts of the body into mist—
"Shut up."
Lucian muttered abruptly, forcefully shoving the screen aside.
[Fine, fine… I'll let you continue taking your beatings for now.]
He barely heard Akasha's words, purely focusing his gaze on Vivienne.
