Lucian tilted his head. "I told you before my power was negation, but that was a mistake on my own part." His hand moved, fingers tracing patterns in the air. "In truth, my power is dispersing anything I consider wrong."
Vlad trembled even more as his crimson eyes went wide, pupils dilating to maximum, and then he whispered. "Charles... Is that you?"
The Saint held out his hand before a black and golden spear appeared from nothing. The patterns of X wrapped all around the weapon's length and interlocked in a complex configuration. The spear gleamed with light that seemed to absorb surrounding illumination rather than reflect it.
The moment Vlad saw that weapon, he trembled harder, and his legs nearly gave out as his knees trembled. "I... I always felt odd when I saw you..." His voice cracked. "Your powers worked similarly to Charles, but you could negate far more things than he could."
