Someone in the crowd yelled, "Tell him what you did to Rikta!"
Lucen muttered, "He did that to himself."
Another mic pushed in. "What about guild offers? Have you received any since the match ended?"
Gen cut in quick.
"No comment."
Lucen didn't even flinch.
But his eyes narrowed as another glyph floated a little too close to his face.
He stared at it.
The red light dimmed.
Gen raised a hand. "We're gonna end this here. The talent needs rest. He's got a very tight schedule of doing nothing and avoiding responsibility."
Lucen added, "And hiding from fan nicknames."
"Ghostweave's a hit," someone called out. "Own it, man!"
Lucen gave them the same look he'd give a spell that failed its casting structure.
Gen grabbed his sleeve and pulled gently.
"Let's go, legend. Before they ask for dating history."
Lucen started walking again.
Another voice shouted behind him.
"Wait! Is it true you're only seventeen?!"
Lucen didn't turn.