Theron's eyes narrowed. This spear thought he was a descendant of the Nightingales? Was this where this treasure came from?
Long before all of this, Theron had already felt that there was something odd about Patriarch Nightingale's origins, and his scheming also seemed to be a particular oddity.
He was planning things on a scope that seemed to outline an ambition that was quite grandiose. But Theron couldn't understand why he was so confident in himself to even try such a thing.
Of course, he had certain advantages. But was an increased lifespan really all he needed to start jumping off the deep end like he had?
Then there was the existence of Goddess Sacharro herself.
Logically speaking, Goddess Sacharro had some grand master plan in mind. She had said something about saving Existence back when she appeared on the continent, but Theron had been too enraged by the loss of Malaya to care at all.
