Leandra felt her throat tighten.
She saw a familiar figure lying on the ground amidst corpses, his skin as pale as a ghost.
No sign of blood could be seen coursing through his veins.
Instinctively, she rushed to his side and froze, staring down at him, unwilling to believe her eyes.
"No…" Leandra ushered as she dropped to her knees. "He's not that easy to kill…"
Both her hands trembled over Lucivar's dead body, not daring to touch him out of fear—that her touch would seal his fate forever. Unbidden, tears welled in her eyes, blurring the lifeless form of Lucivar in front of her.
Hesitantly, she flipped Lucivar over and gasped as it was really him.
Against all odds, someone was able to kill him.
Despite that, she inhaled deeply and found no traces of fatal wounds across his cold body.
It was almost as if Lucivar dropped dead out of nowhere.
