Rey's mind worked through calculations with speed that his newly enhanced capabilities made effortless.
The Emperor of Death had offered him escape.
The logical choice was to flee through hidden passages while Angels were distracted, preserve his secret power for future deployment, avoid scrutiny that would inevitably follow if Church authorities discovered what he'd become.
But Rey had learned something fundamental through his experiences in H'Trae, through three years in the Labyrinth, through his manipulation of international conflicts and survival of impossible odds.
Sometimes the boldest deception yielded the greatest strategic advantage.
"I have a different plan," Rey stated, his voice carrying confidence born from newly acquired power.
"One that doesn't require me to hide or flee."
The Emperor's darkness swirled with what might have been curiosity.
"Explain."
