Lucy said casually, "Oh, you mean my disciple?"
I froze mid-step, staring at her like I had just seen a ghost.
All time wearing the wrong kind of smile.
"Discipline? Isn't Leviathan at least a few thousand years old?"
My words stumbled out. "Then how old are you- "
I stopped. My mind was spinning, caught between fascination and disbelief.
My eyes unconsciously scanned her, taking in her presence.
I was like someone trying to measure sunlight in their hands.
She stood there, calm, almost impossibly composed.
Yet, somehow it kept radiating a subtle power that made the air her feel heavier.
I noticed the way her posture carried authority without arrogance.
The way her movements were precise yet unforced.
Like a lioness that could strike at any moment but chose to observe instead.
Before I could finish my question, Lucy tilted her head slightly and looked at me.
Her eyes closed, a thin, enigmatic smile curling on her lips.
I felt an odd chill run down my spine.
