"What do you mean the priest and the chosen one are in the palace, protecting the majesties?!" Moravas crushed the glass in his hand.
Just when he'd successfully trapped Vienna in Arthfael—so they could live together—she remained completely unaware she'd be sealed there forever. No one would ever be able to find them.
He just had to be patient and act kind. Soon Vienna would accept him and then open her heart. He would never waste this chance again.
They'd been so close to triggering chaos and bloodshed throughout the Alverton Empire—only it had all collapsed.
Moravas hadn't anticipated that the priest and the chosen one—the only divine intermediaries who constantly interfered—would shatter his plans time and time again.
Just how special was Ares?! That dragon god actually blessed him, so now the sole sacred emissary stands by his side, defending and aiding him?
