The image shimmered Shinrei folding and snapping like a living thing every strike, every spark, every shattered cry played across the glass with cruel clarity. Master Isen's fingers drummed once against his knee. Lucere popped another kernel of popcorn into his mouth, eyes bright with mischief.
"A Dragon Knight… ahahahahahahahaha." Lucere's laugh rolled out, too loud, too easy. It filled the space like a challenge.
Isen's jaw tightened. He didn't laugh. He watched the battlefield with an intensity that made the light of the screen tremble. "Touch Khael and I will kill you for real, Lucere." His voice was flat, an ice-edged blade disguised in a quiet tone.
Lucere raised his hands in mock surrender, a grin still tipping his lips. "Whoah, so serious. I didn't think you'd get so… attached." He chewed, then tilted his head toward the shimmering image. "Who is he to you, Isen?"