Facing the catastrophic threat in front of him, Isaac's lips quivered as he stared up at him.
"H-He's serious…" He whispered, voice barely audible. "He really is going to kill us."
Rufus was no better.
He backed up against the wall, muttering prayers under his breath, regretting every decision that brought him into this mess.
Julius, however, refused to cower. Though beads of sweat ran down his temple, he forced himself to meet Luca's eyes, his voice steady but quieter now.
"Why?" He asked finally. "Why this sudden change? Moments ago, we were still speaking as civilized men. You were calm. Rational."
"You didn't threaten or curse."
"You didn't bare your fangs like some barbarian."
"We may have opposed one another, but we still showed decorum."
He narrowed his eyes.
"So tell me, Hero—what changed? Why now?"
The others turned to him—Luna and Lulu both glancing anxiously toward Luca, waiting for his answer.
Luca took a breath, then sighed softly.
