Oliver then spoke in a loud, clear voice, "All lumens present, charge the weapons of those who can fight with your power! It seems the soldiers cannot withstand pure light!"
"You little-!" Viva snarled and lunged toward Oliver in rage, but a flashing beam shot directly at her. It grazed the sleeve of her gown, and the fabric disintegrated into ash on contact.
She whipped her head toward the source of the attack and froze. Lucian stood there, glowing with a powerful pale green aura, just like his brother. His eyes shone with twin luminescent hues as he glared at Viva with unwavering intensity.
"Ah… I missed," he drawled. His gaze flicked to her singed sleeve, and his head tilted slightly. "Seems my brother was right about the lumen's light. If I were you, I'd run as far as possible…considering just how many lumens you're surrounded by."
