Lucas leaned in just a fraction, lowering his voice enough that it felt like a private exchange despite the crowd.
"Tell me, what do you mean hell broke loose? The floor opened and closed faster than anything we've experienced before." He asked inquisitively but also quietly. Some words need not be heard by others.
Iori's throat felt dry. His mind flicked through the highlights like a knife through meat: smoke, screaming, electric light turning on, flesh cooking, Kael's silhouette vanishing, the basilisk's jaws snapping shut on someone who'd been alive seconds earlier. The the burning hellfire that the monster of flames and fire insued in the whole floor.
The ifrit who made the whole place turn to Tartaros for no reason.
Little that Iori knew, the reason was Kael, since the first few days.
He didn't dress it up.
