Ghislain tilted his head as he looked down at Lavier’s severed head on the ground.

“What’s with this guy? He gave up so suddenly.”

To ensure a swift victory, Ghislain had activated the third stage of his core, a level of power he rarely used. By all accounts, Lavier should have had enough strength left to resist a few more rounds of attacks.

Yet, as if all will to fight had vanished, Lavier had allowed himself to be struck down. For someone of Ghislain’s caliber, this was not something that went unnoticed.

“Was he trying to leave some last words?”