Bab 1172: Rise

Lex sat in the Innkeeper's office, looking out at the Inn, though he didn't really need to do that. As long as he didn't block it out, he was always aware of what was happening in the Inn. He could feel the subtle excitement in the air.

Most people didn't even know what to expect from the upcoming event. Even the awards from last time had only been briefly mentioned. Lex felt like there was a very subtle desperation that each of the guests carried. Life had been very tough recently, and they all wanted something to celebrate.

Lex closed his eyes and stretched his fingers, as if he was getting ready to play the piano, or write a long report on the computer. When he closed his fingers, Naraka's handle was there waiting for him.

The sword still had not tasted its first blood, but it could feel the coming war. It was ready. Damian had been very bold in his goading of Lex. Did he know Lex's background when he did that, or was he targeting something else?