บท 155: Old Gods, New Game

He lept to his feet, dismissed the fragment, and stormed out of his house.

As his ambition spilt to make his smile reach his sparkling eyes, Tiamat's short figure burst out of her blankets next door.

She observed his clenched fists and the smile stretching his lips, a shudder running down her spine. The spine of an existence that had once overlooked everything creation had to offer.

Then, her eyelids fluttered, and her voice cracked at the terrible consequences this fragment would bring. Of course, the maddening malice permeating it wasn't the cause. No. It was the note's last part, and even without reading it, the fragment shone like a dark lighthouse in this bright realm.

"I feel it even in my weakened state..." She bit her lips, her eyes piercing through the window east. "And they do, too. Oh, Adam, my dear Adam, you complained about your bad luck, but sometimes, it's a blessing in disguise. And now, you will learn this lesson the hard way."