As the clamour of voices swelled in intensity, the younger Von Heim ladies—now shielded behind a thick line of sharply dressed, overly eager male supporters—turned their attention to Lugh.
Lirienne was the first to speak, her voice carrying just enough weight to cut through the noise.
"So… Lugh is dead, huh?"
"Yes,"
He replied flatly.
Then, after a moment's pause, he added with measured precision,
"Momentarily."
Orla—a girl whose name Lugh still hadn't managed to catch—spoke next, her tone uncertain.
"Does this have anything to do with that explosion?"
"Yes. Yes, it does."
A brief silence followed. None of them said anything, the stillness almost surreal amidst the roaring chaos around them. Then Lugh spoke again, his curiosity piqued.
"I'm quite curious… how is it that you all knew to come?"
Lugh had the future-sight granted to him by the Mawglass. He had seen the spell being cast long before it was released, its activation like a bright crack across time.
