Lucivar stared at Orivelle's face dearly.
She must've thought that this was unfair before death took her soul.
After all, she or the sponsor behind her didn't do anything to provoke Lucivar.
Matter of fact, none of them particularly knew Lucivar other than what was stated on the internet.
He was plotting against them unprovoked, and that was unfair.
'But that's the world we live in…' Lucivar exhaled lightly, knowing exactly how unfair what he did to Orivelle was. 'If you don't take the first step into darkness, you'll be used by those who have. I've been there. The weak is nothing but a tool. You were my lure hook, and now that I've got the prey, you've served your purpose. You never use the same hook twice, it's bad faith. It stinks of old kill.'
Lucivar placed the corpse down gently, laying it flat against the ground.
He also didn't forget to close her eyes before focusing back to the moment.
