Fleshheart's countless tendrils shifted faintly,each twitch betraying the depth of his contemplation.
He was weighing, carefully, the proposal laid before him.
He had to admit—what Edward and Dean suggested was undeniably tempting.
Even for him, gravely wounded as he was,the offer stirred something dangerous within his heart.
A flicker of desire.A dangerous temptation.
After a long silence, Fleshheart finally spoke.
"I want to ask—does this plan represent the will of the Elemental God?"
At the question, Edward instantly shook his head without hesitation.
"Of course not.
You should already know this well enough.
His Majesty, the Elemental God, is only ever in pursuit of elemental truth.He has no interest in these matters of ambition and conquest."
Fleshheart froze for a moment,then exhaled, as though in relief.
"So… this is nothing more than your own idea, then?"
Edward could sense it—beneath Fleshheart's mental power, there was a trace of scorn,a whisper of contempt.
