Simon glanced toward the doors leading into the practice courtyard.
He had been pleased with the house's privacy formations. Now he wondered how much of the building would remain after the first bolt of tribulation lightning.
Probably not enough to live in.
He certainly wasn't going to find out.
But the damage was only one problem.
The elders had just rewarded him for a ritual that required a beating Daemon heart, hundreds of other hearts, and a considerable number of deaths.
What would they think if Akaza and Sonya became Daemons without any of those things?
They would ask how he had done it. Then they would ask for the method.
And how many more methods did he possess?
Simon could almost hear Grand Elder Golden Tyrant asking that last question.
Taking them outside The Abyss wouldn't solve everything. Their changed bloodlines would still be apparent when they returned. Besides, he would be weakened afterward, with newly evolved companions who had just endured a tribulation.
