Lucas stood calmly amidst the stillness of the battlefield, his eyes narrowing slightly as he watched Velkar fade into the distance. The air hung heavy with the scent of blood and the remnants of battle, the silence punctuated only by the occasional rustle of wind over the bodies of the fallen. His gaze followed the path Velkar had taken, but Lucas made no move to give chase.
A familiar, shameless voice broke the quiet, cutting through his thoughts. [Really? You're just going to let him run like that?] The system's tone dripped with mockery, its arrogance palpable. [What happened to the so-called 'Demon God'? Letting a coward escape? Pathetic.]
Lucas's lips curved into a small, knowing smile, his expression calm and unbothered. "No need," he replied smoothly, his voice carrying a hint of amusement.