At this point, it was already known that Lucien was coming up with a strategy to distract them from the Tree, which would ultimately allow Morbius descend and fulfil his master's wishes.
However, Jacob was plenty steps ahead.
After a long moment of pondering, Lucien finally learned what to do, his plan was simple enough.
He held gaze with the grass covered terrain as he got up, his frizzy hair almost covering his vision.
Angels in this world looked very much like humans, in peak form. Everything was the same, from the hair, to the build. But there were slight differences.
Lucien, for example, had porcelain skin that glowed with a bright golden hue, his pupils were pure gold, and so was his hair.
They differed from humans in a way that suggested they had reached the peak of existence. Second only to the gods. Lucien kept his gaze down, muttering to himself in an effort to remember what he would do to get the elders to move away from the tree.
