'Finally, time, huh? Let's get this over with,' Asher thought, exhaling slowly. He had been waiting for what felt like hours, the monotony gnawing faintly at his patience.
"Good luck, Tenth Sun," William spoke lightly from the side, watching with calm eyes as Asher rose to his feet.
Asher turned to him with a suspicious gaze and asked, "Is your ability something strange? Perhaps the manipulation of luck… or maybe probability itself?" His tone carried an edge of seriousness, though curiosity lingered beneath it.
William only smiled faintly, a smile that revealed nothing yet hinted at everything. "When the time comes that I can call you by your true name, then you will find out."
Asher studied him for a heartbeat longer, then shook his head slightly and turned away. If William truly did possess such a peculiar ability, then the most sensible use for it would have been gambling.
