Mirel already suspected that the 'Lucivar' who was impaled was not the real one.
It was a gut feeling.
Regardless of the situation—no matter the danger or the odds, Lucivar would never fall that easily.
He was too cunning and powerful to die a gentle, meaningless death.
Not to mention, the blood of Gods coursed through his veins—surely, among them would show blatant favouritism, unwilling to let him die. Mirel knew that for Lucivar to really die, it would take someone like Caldaros to do it.
Another avatar.
Master Tobias, despite who he really was, is not an avatar.
No chance he'd be able to kill Lucivar, at least not this easily.
And Mirel was absolutely correct.
Lucivar emerged from what seemed to be a trap door leading to the mansion's basement.
He was completely fine, and he was dragging somebody.
Dragging Master Tobias.
"Am I tweaking?" Mirel muttered under his exhausted breath. "What am I seeing right now?"
