Hard by Sutekh's will for the second ti, Lucivar needed to take a mont to breathe.
He could tell that another round of that pain would certainly break his mind.
It wasn't a pleasant feeling but useful nonetheless.
Zibbo stood up from the floor and approached Lucivar while still looking around warily.
"Don't worry, he's gone," Lucivar said, waving his hand.
"Who was that?" Zibbo asked, the pressure from that person was enormous. It was crushed on him, like standing in front of an almighty God in human flesh. "Don't tell … Is he also like you? He's surely like you, isn't he?"
"Sothing like that," Lucivar answered without even opening his eyes.
He was slouched on a nearby sofa, resting his mind.
Realizing that he was now dealing with another person with a God's bloodline, Zibbo's face turned pale as he combed his hair back in frustration, "Did it work? Did he not notice earlier? I can feel his gaze on but surely, he wouldn't realize I'm pretending to be dead, right?"
"Of course, he realized," Lucivar cackled.
Caldaros's backwardness in manipulation is evident but he isn't a moron and is also strong.
It's without question that he realized Zibbo was pretending to be dead.
"Then why are you telling to pretend?" Zibbo asked hurriedly, panicking inside.
Lucivar opened his eyes and lazily glanced at his second Vestal, who only inherited Sutekh's almighty physique but was still stupid in the mind, "If he saw you standing up beside , there's a chance he'd realize that you're mine. But if you pretend to be dead, he'll think that you're trying to survive from . A big difference"
"I see…" Zibbo nodded his head in understanding.
But his lack of intellect and how such a simple matter needed to be explained, annoyed Lucivar.
"Go call the rest of your people, I still want to kill them," Lucivar instructed and closed his eyes again.
Hurriedly and clumsily, Zibbo reached for his phone and dialed soone.
Soon, the other side answered but as he was about to answer—a frown crept to his face.
Ending the call one-sidedly without even uttering a word, Zibbo turned to Lucivar and said, "I think we have a problem. Soone is chasing away my n, threatening to call the Hybrid Association on them and even attacking them. I don't think anyone would be coming here today"
Upon hearing this, Lucivar's eyebrows dipped.
"Chasing them away…?" He opened his eyes again and mumbled.
Zibbo nodded repeatedly, the other side of the call was in panic—saying that they were being chased.
Even without needing the full context, Lucivar knew that it was Caldaros' doings.
"Tch!" He clicked his tongue in displeasure and stood up abruptly.
Lucivar's breaths ca hard and fast, his chest rising and falling with unrestrained fury.
His steps were restless, pacing aimlessly before he suddenly turned, seizing a table and hurling it against the wall hard. It was a tal table but the table was crushed on impact. For a second there, he thought venting his frustration would calm him down but he was wrong.
Instead of calming down, the destruction only fueled his rage.
Lucivar grabbed whatever his hands could reach, smashing, slamming, reducing all to wreckages.
A tal bar bent under his grip, twisted and broken as if it were re clay.
Still, it wasn't enough.
Once his fury reached its peak, he roared and drove both hands into the ground.
Crack!!
A violent crack split through the air as fissures webbed outward, carving through stone like lightning striking dry earth. Not stopping at that, the fissures reached the walls, causing the zzanine to fall—he single-handedly thrashed the entire place.
Such a fierce strength caught Zibbo off guard as it was way more monstrous than his strength.
Just this alone showed that Lucivar was holding back against him back then.
If he wanted to, he could easily dispatch Zibbo like a re ant.
"I was trying to be patient, PATIENT!" Lucivar shouted—his eyes bloodshot. "And he thinks he could do this to … ?!! I stood out of his way and he did this?! Okay, forget about Dullan. Once I dealt with that ungrateful bitch, I'll kill you"
Lucivar opened his trembling hands and looked at them with absolute fury.
He rembered the ti he felt like he had done sothing.
Back then when he took down his doppelganger, he proved to himself that he could be strong.
A proof that he could prioritize himself.
And now, that sa sensation was coming back to him again.
If he managed to kill Caldaros, he would achieve another breakthrough inside.
A proof that he was destined to be evil.
"I need to find his weakness—soone who isn't truly evil must have a weakness. Be it in his power or his self," Lucivar contemplated aloud, his pupils trembling as he searched for an answer. Suddenly and surprisingly, he thought of sothing.
Lucivar's body stiffened.
He then raised his gaze to look at the spot where Caldaros was standing at earlier.
Climbing back to his feet again, he turned his head, scanning the entire room—particularly the ceiling in search of sothing peculiar, "No, there's not even one," He mumbled as his eyes widened in shock. "This is an underground club, there are no windows—aning, there's no sunlight. Only artificial light, no sunlight…"
As if he found fire for the first ti, Lucivar's eyes sparkled with clarity.
He might have thought of a lead.
"Gandr," He called lightly as Gandr appeared. "Sunna is the Sun Goddess, correct?"
"Yes, she controls anything that can be considered as 'Sun'," Gandr answered.
Upon hearing this, Lucivar's grin stretched wider as he threw out another question, "Is it possible for an avatar of hers to store sunlight inside their bodies? So that the avatar could use their powers—even when it was nightti or a confined space devoid of sunlight?"
"Can you control arcane chaos or the red desert domain?" Gandr shot back a question.
Lucivar's grin reached its maximum length when he heard this.
He was the avatar of both Loki and Sutekh, yet he could access only fragnts of their divine power, never the full extent or directly from the source. At least not yet. Naturally, this also applies to Caldaros, he couldn't command sunlight as Sunna could, only wielding glimpses of her radiance.
Earlier, Caldaros materialized out of specs of light.
He's a Vampire Hybrid so it was certain he used Sunna's power to teleport into this confined place.
And that gave Lucivar an idea of his weakness.
Since Caldaros couldn't directly siphon power from the sunlight, then where did his power co from?
Lucivar has to manipulate or absorb others' ether to use Loki's power while he needs to overpower or sacrifice his physique to use Sutekh's power. Both Gods demand sothing associated with their own powers, their own personalities, and their own traits without directly touching their powers.
Cut him from being able to do any of those things and he would be powerless.
Perhaps, even Sutekh and Loki would abandon him if he couldn't do any of what they wanted.
So Caldaros must have a source for his power.
And his weakness must also be near to his source of strength.
Considering that Sunna was not a part of the 'Evil' Deities, then the answer beca clear.
"As long as my sun is shining, you—and your filthy God will never beat , As long as my 'Sun' he said…" Lucivar recounted what Caldaros said to him exactly before he let out a small chuckle, and that chuckle escalated quickly into unhinged laughter. "HAHAHA~! You're fucked, you're fucked right now, Caldaros"
Lucivar clasped his face with his hand, laughing like a maniac, "I know your weakness…"
…
anwhile, sowhere in the suburbs of Sunhold City.
People gathered to see a festival.
"Yellow Light Festival? What's that?"
"It's a small moving festival—you should co and check it out."
"Move, the main show is starting!"
So people were clueless about the festival and so were excited about it.
Drawn to the cherry attraction of so people, the clueless people also decided to check it out.
At the heart of the festival square, basked under the golden embrace of the midday sun, stood an open-air stage. Upon it, a woman—mature yet undeniably captivating—carried herself with effortless grace. Her warm, chestnut-brown hair cascaded in soft curls, catching the sunlight as she smiled.
A smile so radiant it could lt even the coldest of hearts.
Dressed in flowing layers of bright yellow, her gown shimred like sunlight on rippling water.
Everyone gathered to watch her performance, taking out their phones to record.
Once the first beat of the music rang, she moved, dancing elegantly.
With every pirouette and grand jeté, she seed weightless, as if the very air lifted her in admiration.
Her arms lengthened gracefully, fingers unfurling like petals opening to the sun, while each twirl sent her dress billowing, catching the daylight in such a way that it seed to glow. The crowd, gathered in hundreds, was srized by the way she commanded the mont.
Under her hypnotic rough but eye-catching ballet, ti flows multiple tis faster.
As the final note hung in the air and she made her last move, she held her pose for a breath—her chest rising with exhilaration. Scanning her eyes through the crowd, she lowered herself into a graceful bow, and it was only then does the crowd snapped out of its daze.
Thunderous applause erupted—people whistled and sent praises for her performance.
"Well done, lady!"
"That was beautiful, I'm a fan now!"
"She's so bright and refreshing to see, it's not a waste to co here!"
Everybody sang her praises with excitent.
So even threw roses, showing their approval for her face.
Even as she stepped off the stage, wiping the sweat from her brow, she remained effortlessly luminous.
It was as if the sun was making her the spotlight of the world.
She was the protagonist of the mont.
Going to the backstage area, complinted by the others who worked for the festival along the way, she took a towel—and sat down on a chair. She wiped her sweat—before soone gave her water which she accepted with a bright smile and a thank you.
For her entire life, she has been leading this festival.
So might deem it tiring but it wasn't for her.
Giving a temporary break from the world for everyone with her performance, she found joy in doing it.
Tilting her head up, she basked under the sunlight—absorbing the warmth with a smile.
"Such a good day to be alive…" She mumbled to herself, breathing softly as she rested—but then, her face turned mildly troubled as she opened her eyes to look at the sky. "So why…? Why is it that I feel a little bit uneasy inside? I hope this is not a bad premonition…"
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