'But if the assassin can become pregnant in the process, that would be best,' a slow, satisfied smile stretched across his lips at the thought. 'I will have a Wargrave within my hands. I would train them to bring about the ruin of their own family,' he mused quietly to himself, his eyes gleaming with calculated malice.
The very next second, he shook his head lightly, casting away the indulgent fantasy as he decided to focus solely on the present. He was a man of reality, not delusion. Fantasies were useless without execution. There was no need to rush, no need to leap ahead of himself. He would simply push his plans forward one step at a time, each carefully measured and deliberate.
Kill the Tenth Sun.
Secure the love of a Sun or a Moon.
Then, if possible, acquire a seed from the Wargrave.
The plan was simple in structure, but monumental in consequence.
