Lucavion remained seated, eyes tilted upward, fixed on her silhouette as it loomed before him—imperial, poised, unshakably composed.
But not unreadable.
Not to him.
Not anymore.
His vision—no, his sense—had sharpened since he has been polishing his [Flame of Equinox].
And the ability that he ahs recently learned….It was the time to use it.
This wasn't just instinct or intuition. It was a honing of perception, a tuning to the pulse of human nature itself.
He saw the veil of her words, wrapped in regality and laced with intention.
And he saw past it.
When she spoke of fairness, her vitality remained even.
When she mentioned care, the flow of her presence didn't stutter.
But when she spoke of bringing him to her side?
There. The briefest tremor.
Not in her voice.
But in the rhythm of her essence. The subtle change in her vitality. A flicker.
'She's hiding something…'
And he understood.
