[Drakon and Marceline. Their heads in exchange for your beloved wife. She's worth that much, isn't she?]
The woman's voice echoed in Atlas's mind.
No, Lola was worth more than two heads of the founding families of this wretched Secret Society. He would burn the world for her.
Atlas closed his eyes and drew a deep breath, his grip tightening around the armrest. Earlier, at the hospital, that was all she had asked of him. She didn't need to elaborate—he knew exactly what she wanted.
They wanted him to burn down the leaders of the House of Monreal and the chief of the Tribe of Talmaru.
No wonder they hadn't gone all out against the Order. It wasn't just because they knew they couldn't stand against its full force. They needed Atlas to become the executioner of their twisted plan.
Evil… this world was overflowing with it.
Ring… ring… ring…
