A Game of Shadows
The Obsidian Wing had records about it.
Ancient, fragmented records—half-forgotten texts buried in the depths of history—yet still enough to make a man like Lucas believe.
And he did believe.
For him, the Nine Way Cleansing Elixir was not just a treasure.
It was a turning point.
A weapon.
A key.
With it, he could break through to the Gold Realm in one go.
No bottleneck.
No hesitation.
No risk.
A clean, overwhelming leap.
His fingers tightened faintly around the fishing rod as that thought passed through his mind again.
A faint ripple disturbed the still surface of the artificial lake before him.
But his gaze remained calm.
Patient.
Cold.
By then…
That Julian D'Aurelius would be dead for sure.
The corner of his lips curved upward, slow and cruel.
Why would he need to care about Julian's inexplicable power?
Whatever strange tricks that man possessed—
They would mean nothing once absolute strength crushed him.
Strength…
