'So this is the truth.' Lucian thought with a somber expression. 'There is only one important player in this f*cking game.' He felt deceived; it left an unsettled rage in him. 'The villain is actually nothing but the strongest tool that is meant to shape the hero into the strongest weapon for those damned gods to use. Hlasked is a training ground.'
"I'm not going to die." Lucian muttered to himself. The only way for Thorin to live and fulfill the destiny the 12 gods had placed in his life was through Lucian's death, and Lucian was determined to be the last one standing. It didn't matter what he had to do; he would win the game.
'But to carelessly risk the life of many just for one man? Those shitty gods are mad!'
"Oh my sweet Lucian." Wisteria smiles and places both hands on Lucian's cheeks. "You are not going to die. I will protect you. I'm no longer as weak as before."
