Lucere didn't simply stand in front of them.
He occupied the world
as if space itself had decided he was the only thing it cared to hold.
Master Vince, still kneeling, stared up at him
and felt fear.
True fear.
The kind that seeped into the bone.
(This man…
He's dangerous.
More dangerous than any Voidborn…
More dangerous than any opponent I've met…)
His surviving heart pounded unevenly, warning him with every slowing beat.
Behind him, Juno's voice cracked
"Master!!"
Vince didn't look back.
His teeth clenched as he barked
"STAY THERE, JUNO!You move and you die!"
Juno froze, shaking.
Lucere chuckled softly, eyes drifting over the kneeling Taishin master.
"You are strong," Lucere said, voice smooth as liquid shadow.
"Truly strong, Vince the Wandering Fist."
Vince forced himself up an inch, muscles screaming.
"I'm flattered," he rasped.
"You know me… Leader of the Hollow Nine."
