Lancet could see the way the Heavenly Knight's eyes shifted whenever he was forced to adapt instead of simply dominate.
Most of the time, Renan's gaze was a flat, calm surface. Untroubled and unbothered. Like he was watching a rehearsal rather than a fight.
But when Lancet's Radiant Wheel forced him to throw himself flat, those eyes moved. It was only a flicker really and there was barely any fear—Renan didn't know fear.
It was something closer to recalibration.
Like a mental gear shifting. The briefest narrowing as his brain recalculated the distance, the angle, the counter that would come three moves later.
Lancet had seen that same shift in Astensia back in Hebthej when she fought some extremely powerful Demons who refused to follow her script. It was the look of someone used to being the strongest, suddenly required to think.
