Chapter 254: Checking up on Orion
The ground beneath their feet trembled, trees creaked in distress, and the air itself seemed to freeze.
The kidnappers staggered, their expressions stricken with terror. Instinctively, their eyes turned towards the source, their courage faltering in the face of this unfathomable presence.
Lucan’s own body froze momentarily, eyes widening slightly in shock and recognition. His heartbeat quickened in disbelief.
He knew this presence—recognized the underlying mana signature as distinctly Orion’s—but its magnitude was now far beyond anything he thought possible.
"That... that’s the Young Master’s mana," Lucan whispered softly, shock bleeding into uncertainty. "No... that can’t be right..."
One of the enemies turned frantically, panic evident in his voice. "What the hell was that?! Who the fuck is releasing that kind of Draconic pressure?! Is it a True Dragon?!"
Lucan’s icy composure returned instantly, his eyes sharpening, and a ruthless determination surged through him.
That momentary distraction, that chink in their armor—was exactly what he needed.
In a single, blindingly fast motion, Lucan darted forward again, sword slicing decisively. Another enemy screamed as his arm separated from his body in a spray of blood.
Lucan’s expression never changed, emotionless and cold as he finished the man with a merciless thrust through the chest, before making quick work of the other two lower-level foes.
The remaining Tier Nine cultivator, heavily injured and drenched in sweat and fear, stumbled backward. Lucan’s gaze turned slowly toward him, his voice chillingly calm. "Not staying for your friends?"