Ikaris stared at the composed figure below, his eyes filled with disbelief.
The furious aura around Lucian had vanished.
The madness that had overwhelmed him in Deep sea, leaving nothing but a pure urge to destroy, had faded. Now Lucian was terrifyingly calm, like the deathly still sea after a storm.
A flicker of relief even crossed Ikaris's mind.
Without that endlessly surging strength, perhaps Lucian was not so invincible. As long as he and Thena worked together and seized an opening...
But in the next instant, every trace of color drained from his face.
He sensed the fluctuations of energy inside Lucian.
Although that energy was nowhere near as vast as it had been at its peak, it was certainly not the depleted state he should have been in after fighting in Deep sea and flying such a long distance! That energy... had actually recovered a little!
How was that possible?
Back on the seabed, he had clearly been almost exhausted! He had been traveling this whole time. How could he replenish his energy so quickly?
"Your energy... how could it have recovered?" Ikaris's voice was filled with despair at something he could not comprehend.
At that, Lucian merely glanced at him, with no intention of answering his question.
Still, Lucian knew his own limits.
The energy he had just gained was not actually much-at most, ten or twenty percent of his reserves. But against the crippled opponents before him, it was enough to leave them nowhere to run and nowhere to hide.
Ikaris received no answer, but as his gaze swept over the battlefield below, his heart sank to rock bottom.
Druig lay motionless, a dagger still buried in his chest.
Kingo lay sprawled on the ground, his fate unknown.
His own out-of-control Heat Vision had crippled one