Lumian glanced at the shattered mirror in Franca's hand, relief and confusion evident on his face.
"But I don't feel like I was being attacked."
His Summoning Dance still had five to six seconds left before Franca grabbed his wrist.
Franca cleared her throat and assumed the stance of a teacher.
"Some mysticism techniques are undetectable. The moment you feel attacked is the moment of your death."
Could it be that the monster secretly influenced me when I paused the Summoning Dance to enter the mirror for those brief seconds? Lumian nodded thoughtfully.
"Yes, the bleeding in that space caught us by surprise. We had no idea how to prevent it."
As he spoke, he looked at Franca's face and noticed her smooth skin, devoid of any scars. It was impossible to tell that blood had seeped out from multiple places.
