Ahrimon let his words settle in the silence for a moment. Then he raised a single finger, a smile curling across his face that looked far closer to a snarl.
"How about a cure?" Ahrimon said, his voice laced with false generosity. "A cure for the Devourer curse. Not just one of your Guardians, or for a single clan, but for the entire Domain."
He watched Alex's expression with patient attention, ready not only to enjoy his reaction, but to measure the true weight his offer carried.
The slight surprise that moved through Alex's face was controlled quickly. Quickly enough to be a statement of its own kind.
"Or," Ahrimon followed, not allowing the moment to close before he had placed the second offer beside the first, "perhaps you would prefer saving your own world from that same misery."
