Varen and Vincent froze all over.
Both men looked at the creature that had emerged from Luna's portal.
It was small.
Too small.
Varen's brow twitched, and then his lip curled upward.
"…That's it? That's what Luxoria Castle brings to face Nyxfang?"
Victor didn't answer immediately.
His eyes narrowed slightly, observing the glimmering silhouette.
Its shifting form flickered in and out of defined shape, refusing to settle on anything predictable.
Then he scoffed.
"It must be a performance beast. Flashy tricks. No substance."
Varen let out a sharp, dismissive laugh.
"Looks like a pet someone dressed up for auction day. I thought they had real monsters."
Victor didn't take his eyes off the beast.
"It's too quiet. No growl. No intimidation display. It didn't even roar."
Varen shook his head.
"That's not power. That's theatrics. Luxoria must be slipping."
"They're sending their ghost girl out with a glorified light show."
Victor let out a dry chuckle.
