Paragon Raizel froze, dumbstruck. Not because the young soldier's words confused him, but for two distinct reasons.
First, the boy's knowledge of such information startled him. Yet a heartbeat later, this revelation lost its surprise. After all, Dante spearheaded this entire revolution.
The man had slaughtered his own mentor to ignite it. Paragon Raizel hardened his resolve, recognizing that Dante would employ any tactic—no matter how extreme—to carve his rebellion's justification into the hearts of all who listened.
Even if that meant twisting truths and molding impressionable minds like clay on a potter's wheel.
Paragon Raizel pitied them, though he recognized the irony of his sympathy given his current predicament.
At this moment, Dante stood inside that complex with his wife and other government officials... including Raizel's father.
Not that his father was the reason for his presence here. The thought of the man barely rippled through his consciousness.
