Isn't [Ko-Fi Donation Bonus Chapter]
The bits and pieces of the cube crumbled between Sylas' fingers. It was as though he didn't sense Lucius falling to his knees before him at all as he focused his senses onto it.
In a pathetic attempt to keep himself alive, Lucius grabbed onto Sylas' beast skin skirt, but the grip he could manage wasn't very strong and his blood made his fingers slick.
Unable to manage it, he fell forward, his face bumping into Sylas' thigh before he crumbled to the ground.
Blood pooled, fusing into the disrupted snow and painting it crimson. But all the while, Sylas didn't give him another glance.
With a squeeze of his fist, the last of the cube crumbled, the metal casing it was formed of having become particularly brittle.
When Lucius activated this thing, he felt something touch his Will. It was incredibly subtle, to the point that it had felt not too dissimilar from a mosquito bite.