Solmir sat away from the others, calmly polishing his weapon. On the outside, he looked calm and patient.
But inside, his mind was racing. Reign's words echoed in his head like poison.
Kill them. Take the medallions. Claim the treasure.
Once he fulfilled all of that, he would have a chance to become one of the highest gods.
By then, not even Xara's mother could stop him.
And if he pleased his new benefactor, he might even gain another ally.
Xara stretched lazily, firelight catching her eyes—unaware betrayal was already brewing on the horizon.
"Are we supposed to wait until morning?" she asked.
Thaloren nodded.
"We'll waste hours here. The winds won't vanish with the sun—you know that as well as I do. Do you really think the one who made this place would be that generous?"
Leaning back, Thaloren gave a slow nod. He couldn't deny her words.
Instead of arguing, he started to explain his theories.
