Lucien sat down on the sofa in front of his bed where the little girl Valerie lay. He stared at her with somber eyes.
Her mother was in Gaya's room, recovering. Gaya had said not to blame himself, but it was hard not to. Perhaps wickedness and vengeance were not for the likes of him. As much as he wanted to tie this to coincidence, the fact remained—if he didn't have two divine fragments existing in his body, he probably wouldn't have been chased by some vile metal bird hoping to devour him and grow stronger.
It was an unfortunate situation, and he was deeply sorry for them.
'Why did something like this have to happen? Just how unpredictable is this game? Is it even a game?!'
Lucien had every right to ask that question. Because now, before his eyes, things looked quite different. Why were his quests—whether significant or trivial—always leading him straight into the eye of the storm?
