Lucivar's gaze lingered at the particular spot of the night sky where Caldaros disappeared to.
He thought of an idea—one he was almost proud of. The fact that he even managed to think of it in the first place was impressive enough, and he wasted no time conveying it to the Fool inside his head. Even now, the Fool's trick is single-handedly the strongest ability that he has.
It would be a waste not to use it against Caldaros.
'How about it, are you interested?' Lucivar asked inside even though he already knew the answer.
As expected, the Fool chuckled eerily.
Her chuckle lasted long and even turned high-pitched in the end, showcasing her great approval.
Loki's mischief has always been self-serving, and the idea Lucivar came up with was the ultimate self-serving thing he ever thought of. There was no actual benefit, nothing tangible that he would gain other than his own amusement.
But even then, the anticipation he was feeling—it was more intense than even killing Caldaros.
