A devilish grin crept to the lean angel's handsome face as he said, "Of course!"
His voice was cold, confident, and unwavering.
Despite all these, they both knew the subject at hand wasn't some mere mortal. He was a God—and by no means, an ordinary one.
That alone made things complicated. He would surely be troublesome to deal with when the time came, but the mission had already been declared—there was no going back.
Being a god, his cultivation would be millions of times faster than the average being. His growth would be heaven-defying, unnatural—an absurd leap in power none could match unless they were equally prepared.
Kane swallowed hard when he heard the certainty in his friend's voice. He knew what that tone meant.
His friend wouldn't stop—he'd pursue this bounty to the end, no matter how long it took or what stood in his way. And Kane himself wasn't any less serious. He, too, felt the pull. The weight of the voice that commanded them. The promise attached to it.
