Emeros was stunned, gazing down at the fruit in his hands. It pulsed with a power so old and so sacred that it weighed heavily in his palm, as if all of history trembled at its mere presence.
"But... this is rebellion! Am I not a son of Vasilius?! Why must I eat this fruit and become a rebel?"
"It is necessary. To defeat End."
"Then why would He... why would Grandfather ask me to do something that opposes His very nature? Why not... kill End?"
"Because he cannot," Sofos said gently.
"He cannot destroy End Himself."
Emeros lifted his gaze, shocked. "What do you mean?"
