Leo collapsed.
Dead.
His absence from Lucivar's vision allows him to truly see Malric.
In that instance, their eyes met.
Lucivar profoundly looked through Malric.
Do everything he can to analyze and see the level of pain the poor soul was experiencing.
He's seeing a black veil shrouding Malric's eyes.
One that was visible to others but could solely be understood by Lucivar.
Before his reborn in that dark arena, becoming a sacrifice for the amusement of the strong, this black veil also clouded his eyes. It was the deep and unbridled sense of despair and fear. He tasted it before, and now it was Malric's turn.
Unconsciously, Lucivar had already dropped the heart onto the ground.
A scream could be heard from behind.
Someone was screaming in anguish, calling the name of the recently dead.
But it was muffled.
Almost as if someone had turned the volume of the world down to near mute.
It was the same feeling as back then.
