Lucivar walked along the main street in silence.
Nobody was around anymore; it was already late in the night.
It was so serene that even the sound of each footstep he took rang in his ears loudly.
Unlike his clone with Zibbo, who was having the time of his life, he wasn't.
A cloud of gloom loomed over his head as he headed back to the dormitory.
Despite managing to torture information out of Lily and even killing her to make sure Horus' Avatar has no eyes in the academy, there was no triumph, no sense of accomplishment, or even relief. All he felt right now was profound coldness.
One that matched the coldness of the night breeze.
Killing her felt good at the moment, but once the thrill was gone, he was confronted by reality again.
Lucivar gazed ahead blankly as his mind replayed what his other clone experienced.
…
"Kahhk!"
A woman was hurled backward hard, her body slamming into the tree trunk with a sickening crack.
