Aran stumbled and slammed open Luce's room, spotting the twins. "Do you know where Luce is!?" They both looked startled by the sudden question.
"W-What do you mean!? Did you lose him?"
Aran looked humiliated by the fact that she could've lost Luce in any way, "I-I did... Fuck! I did!"
"W-Where did you lose him!?"
"I-I dunno, I think, I think it's that supernatural shit that Raphael was speakin' about before. P-Please, help me, maybe he didn't move far but... I don't know what to do!"
The Twins sprang into action and immediately went to look for Luce throughout the estate, Aran keeping as close an eye on them as possible as they traveled.
Aran led the twins back to where she had originally lost Luce, describing exactly what had happened before and after he went missing as they traveled down the hall. Suddenly, Aran noticed a shifting in the light beside her, unnaturally moving to the side, away from her. Her brow knitted in confusion as she witnessed the anomaly firsthand.
Luce rounded the wall, keeping himself obscured behind one of the windows, watching as Cassini's Division pushed the light away from its user. "It can manipulate light... Its ability is to manipulate light."
Cassini's Division flew back over to Luce, his hands gliding over his body, bending light around him to create camouflage for Luce, obscuring him against the wall behind him.
Luce had a thought: if the time outside was connected to the time inside of this place, what would happen if Luce moved the light accordingly? If the light is connected to the outside, then what's stopping him from using that to his advantage? For all Luce could tell, he didn't have any offensive options to take out this man personally, but if the light from the outside of this place disconnected from the physical world could affect the light of the real world, then this was the opportunity Luce had been waiting for.
This place isn't a different dimension as one would assume, but rather a different plane centered around these section of hallways causing a loop, but at the end of the day, it's all connected in some way, leading to any alterations made outside of the ability's radius allowing a user like Luce, who sported no offensive capabilities whatsoever, to be able to fight back, a vulnerability in Cartson's nearly invincible ability.
The second vulnerability would be the object outside the window. The question is, would Luce be able to reach it from here, within the constricting borders of Carston's "Static"?
Luce reeled an arm back, cane clutched tightly within his grasp, slamming it against the window beside him, causing no damage whatsoever, confirming his theory.
Luce crawled away from the window to hide himself, Carston noticing the noise, looking to see what had caused it after searching for Luce for a solid 10 minutes now. "Hey! Where the hell are ya, you bastard!?"
From outside Carston's Static, Aran watched the light beaming in from the outside change its position unnaturally. She pointed to it, motioning toward the twins, "Do you see that? Is the sun being weird? What's going on?"
Nero hobbled over, eyes analyzing the spot that Aran had pointed to. Nero leaned over, hugging the wall as he looked in the direction of the sun outside, soon realizing that there was an anomaly in the light. "It wasn't like this before?"
"No, the light isn't even... it doesn't-- the window isn't altered, I'm sure you're aware of this. Why did the light change? How?"
"M-Maybe something is obscuring the sun?"
Nello scanned the shadows in an attempt to see if something was off or if there were any visual obstructions from the lights that the other two had failed to notice.
Aran carefully looked at the lights that surrounded her, noticing another light had been bent unnaturally once again, rounding the spot of interest, hand resting under her chin. Whatever this is... maybe... Aran mumbled to herself before saying, "I was in it, now Luce is in it."
"In what?"
"That thing, someone else's Boon... It's an attack!" Aran's face contorted in rage, slipping her revolver straight out from her holster. "That light, that light..."
Luce sighed, "The light is our path to victory..." He repeated to himself, looking at the object outside. "That, I need Cassini's Division to... a spotlight, I need a spotlight. It's a gamble but... I don't have any other options."
Cassini's Division began shifting the lights accordingly, pushing them in a way that had them pointing slightly outside the window, dimming the hallways significantly. It was a long process, but after the sixth altered light, Carston grew suspicious of his darkening environment. "W-What the hell!?"
Cartson whipped his head around, searching for any visual anomalies, quickly spotting Cassini's Division as they pushed a section of light outside of the building, pointing it toward the courtyard.
"The hell is that!?" Carston pointed his gun at the creature, firing two shots at it. Just as the bullets were about to connect, in the blink of an eye, what looked to be some sort of fairy creature to Carston vanished from thin air. "Shit! It--" Realization dawned in Carston's mind, "This... this is that kid's ability, isn't it? This is Luce's fucking Boon!"
The spotlight had been made, and Aran noticed immediately, her eyes never leaving those moving lights, her eyes sometimes spotting an unfamiliar object moving along with those lights. This was Cassini's Division, due to its nature of being an unnatural object, incorporeal in nature, it is capable of leaving the range of Carston's Static. Aran leveled the barrel of her gun in the general direction of the spotlight, spotting what looked to be a vase sitting upon a stone table.
Luce realized that his Boon could reach the vase itself and that maybe he could speed up the process by pushing it with Cassini's Division. The lights weren't fully pushed over it, but it gave a decent spotlight on the area of interest. If this doesn't work anyway, Luce can concentrate the lights more on the object of interest.
Cassini's Division flew toward the vase, slamming against it to push it over, causing it to wobble slightly before falling off into the grass beside it, the stone table now looming over the vase as it doesn't break. Luce clicked his tongue.
Cartson noticed this, immediately running to where he believed Luce to be, panic setting into his bones.
Aran noticed the vase being tipped over, already suspicious of the lit-up area of the courtyard due to Luce's lights, and would fire upon it with her pistol from the outside, shattering the vase, which still lay flat on the ground. The instant the vase was shattered, Cartson was revealed.
"WHAT THEFUCK!?" Carston screamed out, quickly pointing his weapon at the largest threat of the three in front of him.
Only one second had passed, Aran noticing Luce pressed against the wall, unnoticed by Carston, who stood directly to the left of her, at an intersection of hallways. All she could do now was aim fast and true, pointing her gun at Carston and firing in return after three seconds of allotted time had passed. As a split-second decision, Aran brought her chin inward, arms out, and her body leaned back as she fired at Carston, who wildly shot toward her in a panic.
Aran slid to the side, each shot of her's hitting its mark as bullets scraped past her body, one bullet slamming against the side of Aran's gun and ricocheting into the wall beside her, her head instinctively snapping to the side.
As it was said before, each shot had met its mark, blood pooling the plum-suited man's shirt as he continued to dry-fire his weapon, noticing only a few seconds after he'd already slammed his finger down the trigger three to four more times. He looked at his weapon and then back to Aran, slowly falling onto the floor, eyes wide and wild, jaw tightened, teeth gritted visibly as his lips flared in response ot the sudden bout of fear he had experienced.
Luce revealed himself, stumbling in close to Aran, "I won... I found my path to victory..." Tears once again streamed down Luce's face as he looked away.
"W-Wait!" Aran fired one final shot into Carston's head.
The twins watched in shock, hand on their mouths, clinging onto each other.