The sound of the wild music rang in Wren's ears.
Morgan was sitting beside him, pouring some whisky into her glass. Her vermillion eyes shift towards him, noticing how he was silent and lying with his head on the soft couch.
The glass in his hand was almost out of the strong alcohol, which made her ponder:
'Is he thinking about something?'
She didn't know, how could she, after all, she wasn't an oracle of sorts.
As if he had sensed her deep gaze, his grey eyes looked at her, and then he smiled at Morgan.
"Thinking what I am thinking about?" He smirked.
Morgan didn't reply and just stared at him, causing him to sigh in disappointment.
"Come on, at least say something..." He paused for her to say a few words, but the beauty just remained silent and stared at him.
Wren felt defeated and said:
"Ugh...leave it, I was going to tell you anyway."
Then, his expression turned serious, and so did his words:
"Any movements for Song?"
At his question, Morgan took a sip of her whisky and nodded.
"Yes, it seemed they are planning to follow the same method as us. Antarctica has now become a hot spot despite its coldness."
"Any response from your father?" Wren asked her.
Morgan shook her head in a no.
"He seems to be quite busy with his plans against Ki Song. I don't find it very reasonable, but that was when the enemy was someone else; he can't take risks, and she knows it."
Wren finished his glass and then took Morgan's own.
"Then only variables remain...like your brother." At the mention of her vile brother, Morgan's expression contorted slightly.
Morgan snatched the glass from his hand and poured down the remaining whisky before drinking it all.
"Don't mention his name, just listening to it makes my head hurt, but...you are right, with how the clan is keeping eyes on the Song, that person will make his move."
The poison in her voice was palpable; the hatred she had borne against her brother was still there in her heart.
Wren nodded to her words.
"Indeed, that's why I am worried about it. Who knows what kind of twisted game fate might play with us?"
Mentioning the word "fate" made him wonder about Sunny and, of course, about the enigma known as the Daemon of Fate.
Unknowingly, a small smirk formed on his face.
But it vanished when Morgan nudged him and then pointed at the empty bottles. In front of him, the table was covered by more than fifty bottles.
Seeing it, he felt proud.
Standing up from the couch, he walked down the stairs. What welcomed him next was the crowd dancing with madness.
Wren met various people in it.
Some were too drunk to say anything, while some women were hitting on him, but all he could do was move past them.
He was an awakened after all.
On reaching the bar, he noticed a single person standing behind the bar table.
He was handsome and looked young, around Wren's age, perhaps. But looks didn't depend on the age, considering that the person in front of him could be an awakened.
His hair was similar to Wren's; the only difference was the mix of night black in it, a very unnatural shade.
The eyes of the bartender were amethyst in colour, similar to Selina's.
On reaching the bar table, Wren took one of the empty seats.
The bartender turned his gaze at him and then smiled.
"What kind of drink would you like, sir?" His voice was polite and charming, adding plus points to his handsomeness.
"I am not here for a drink, but what do you suggest? The name's Wren by the way." He replied with equal politeness.
The bartender gave him a nod.
"My name is Ark, and I am the owner of this club. Since your esteemed has asked with such politeness, then I should give a drink worth remembering to you."
Without saying anything further, he brought out many bottles, each varying in size and emitting a strong odour.
The bartender with experience and skill started to mix them in ratios. Wren just observed it quietly, analysing it for future use.
There were also many things going on in his mind.
Like...
'Things are becoming messy. I don't know how I would even meet the others, and make up with them, what I have done is nothing worth forgiving.'
His grey eyes reflected his emotions.
'Selina has disappeared, no contact with Sunny, and then there is the second divine darkness whom I will meet in the second nightmare, and then Antarctica, what a hassle!'
Wren had only one solution for these problems.
It was to become an Ascended.
At the same time, the bartender was ready with his drink and served it to him.
The glass was filled with three exquisite liquids. Each one of them was on top of the other, making Wren curious, since it was his first time seeing something like this.
Ark, the bartender, noticed his curiosity and said with a smile:
"Quite interesting, right? It symbolises life."
Wren's gaze shifted at him, raising his brow in confusion. He asked in a single word.:
"Life?"
Ark looked at him with a warm expression and nodded.
"Yes, it does represent life. You see this glass, it is us, and the three liquids here consist of the problems and events that happen in our lives.
"If you had noticed when I was making this masterpiece, the three of them were not as perfectly balanced as they are right now. This is what happens with us; we all face situations like this, which makes our lives chaotic.
"And humans are very greedy; they want it to be perfect by itself, yet they don't try to make it; some approach it, but with the wrong methods."
Everything around Wren was silent; the world was silent as he waited for the solution to his problem.
"The best way to solve it is to set a foundation, and what I mean by setting a foundation is to resolve one situation and then move forward to the other."
Listening to it, Wren suddenly had a question.
"But what if a situation arises that will disrupt this foundation, you talk about?" He asked.
Ark chuckled, and then his amethyst eyes glinted with a dark glee.
"Then you just end it, in any way, because if it is your will who dares to stop you..." His words hit Wren like a wave, a wave of enlightenment.
But, with enlightenment comes the hunger. Wren wanted to know more; however, Ark rejected him, saying:
"It is something you have to find out on your own. Also, my wife is waiting for me, so the time has come to close the club."
With that, he bid farewell to Wren, but left behind a dark bottle, saying that it was a liquor personally brewed by him and was capable of making a saint drunk.
Wren accepted his gift and paid for all the drinks he and Morgan had; by that time, Morgan was already downstairs, a little annoyed.
There was only one way to appease her now.
"Shall we test this bottle out in my home?" He asked her with a playful smirk while pointing at the bottle gifted to him by Ark.
It was like a challenge.
And...
Morgan loved challenges.
***
The party lights of the club were off, replaced by warm and orange ones. Two people were sitting in the club, one of them was the owner of the club, Ark, while the other was...
His wife.
"What do you think, dear? Will it go as you think?" She asked him while cutting the meat with her knife.
Ark, who was sitting beside her, was drinking some of the liquor from a similar bottle he had gifted to Wren.
He looked at her and then rested his head on her shoulders.
"Maybe...who knows, I don't think he is the type to follow the normal ways." He muttered, his voice warm and soft.
The beautiful lady smiled at his words before feeding him some food from her plate.
"You seemed quite nervous when talking to him." She pointed it out while taking a bite of the serving.
The young handsome man rose from her shoulders and raised his brows in confusion, but then...he started chuckling.
It was a melodious laugh.
His amethyst eyes stared at her golden ones.
"I guess you are right about that."
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