Ora's eyes glimmered. The amount of information was just too much to comprehend. He was a king of his kind and that's it.
But now, he felt like he was a pawn in a grand board of gods and demons.
"What do you want from me, my prince?" Ora said.
"Ah. A wise specimen indeed. Naturally, your soul would have been crushed to pieces by now. But I granted you a chance to live on. I have a task for you, Ora."
"Yes, my prince?"
"Soon, the man named Victor Frankenstein will conquer death. I need you to be there. I need you to carry him. To encourage whenever he has doubt. To bring him up whenever he is down. I need you to make sure he fulfills his destiny..."
"I understand, my prince..."
"Good boy." The devil petted Ora's head like he was a dog.
Beatrice and the girls stood outside of the cave. The light had gone out many hours ago. Many Wendigos rushed out of the cave and ran away. They didn't even stop to look at the women.
Whatever Carter did, he succeeded. But where is he now?
