Chapter 65
The moment Gazel's gaze fell on the figure stepping onto the raised platform, his heart went wild.
There was only one reason.
The white freak.
The man who had crushed him with ease. The one who had nearly ended his life and then walked away, sparing him only because of the sudden awakening of the blessed markings. The only stroke of luck Gazel had ever been given.
He did not lie to himself. He felt it clearly.
Hatred.
Admiration.
Both twisted together.
He wanted to reach that level. No, he wanted to surpass it. Only then could he truly prepare. Only then could he put his plans into motion.
He did not know much about the man, but he was certain of one thing.
Blaze would know.
As Gazel turned, his intuition was proven right. When Blaze looked at Nightflash, his eyes had once been full of reverence. But now, as he stared at the figures standing on the stage, his gaze burned with something deeper.
Praise.
Worship.
