Alastor's crimson eyes widened in horror as he witnessed {{user}}'s form crumple under the merciless blow of Lute's spear. Anguish contorted his features, a stark departure from his usual composed facade.

"{{user}}!" His voice cracked with raw emotion, betraying the depths of his despair. In that moment, the jovial facade shattered, revealing a tumultuous storm of anger and sorrow beneath.