Elian's POV
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[What's got you in such a sour mood?]
Elian's jaw was tight with anger as he stepped out of the Ascension platform, walking into the hallway of the palace's last floor.
'You're joking, right?'
[Nope. Serious as a granny asking for rent. I think your reaction to Kyren was excessive. Emotionally constipated.]
Elian turned, strutting through the corridor with one room set in his mind.
Lucian's.
Fuck, even thinking that felt odd. Searching for Lucian for a reason outside of needing him to complete a mission felt—
[Like you ticked off the god of selfishness and scooted over to the goddess of selflessness? Yeah, I can understand why that's nauseating for you.]
Elian's face heated up with a blush but as always, he ignored the system's jab. Too bad the bastard had more of that where it came from.
[Oh, so now you hear how it sounds, huh? All Kyren did was reveal himself to his literal blood family. And you're getting pissed at him, why?]
