Kapitel 655: Weeping Child

'They are all the same, all these coddled sons of bitches blessed by the Supreme One. Eyes in the clouds, noses in the air, he he he… Their arrogance knows no bounds, they all cry the same at the end, and I will make this one cry like they all do when I strip it away from him, his pride, his power… I shall love to fuck that apathetic look off his stupid face!'

A shadow crawled beside Andar, fingers digging into the Nyre Flower as he kept pace with the Acolyte, somehow it appeared as if Andar had missed his presence when he was dealing with all the Mages here, and he had stuck beside Andar like a leech, waiting for the right opportunity to strike.

A long brown tongue like that of a frog emerged from his mouth and he tasted the air, 'Weird,' this invisible presence thought to himself, 'it's salty, I wonder why that is.'