Darian didn't answer.
But for the first time, Ivaim thought he saw something flicker in the man's cold, resolute expression—something almost human.
A faint trace of sorrow lingered there, like a man burdened by a path he hadn't chosen but one he was determined to follow nonetheless.
"I don't want to do this, Ivaim."
Darian said softly, flicking his hand.
A shimmering white whip materialized, snapping toward Ivaim with precise but restrained force—not to harm, only to hold him back.
Ivaim didn't hesitate.
[Lucky Leap] activated, propelling him backward just in time to avoid the crackling strike.
'Close one...'
Ivaim muttered, eyes narrowing.
Flipping a coin between his fingers, he infused it with ominous energy and hurled it toward Darian, activating [Whisper].
"Catch it."
Darian's brow furrowed slightly, but the command was difficult to resist.
His hand rose involuntarily, fingers closing around the spinning coin.
