"Although the Monai people are extinct, their bloodline endures."
"Raveth, do you know why your family lost the struggle for power?"
"Do you know why the Holy Order stood by your enemies?"
Aina's voice was soft, laced with a seductive magnetism.
Walking behind her, Raveth trembled as a terrifying possibility took root in his mind.
"The reason is simple. It is because your eyes are emerald green."
"You carry the blood of the Monai."
In truth, this was merely Aina's conjecture. But even as a guess, the probability was high.
"Right and wrong, truth and lies... let us not dwell on such things," Aina said, turning back with a dazzling smile. "Let future generations judge us."
If we die in battle, she thought with cold indifference, there won't be any future generations. And as for what other people's descendants think? What the hell do I care?
Titanion Realm, Blackstone City.
Inside the main hall of the Horde, Orion slowly opened his eyes.
