'Just as I expected... He wants to devour the tribulation lightning.'
Lilith watched a crimson thread reverse its course beneath Simon's skin.
It had been moving toward his heart. Now it stretched toward the blackness gathering in his palm, thinning until nothing remained.
She had expected this long before the tribulation formed. Long before the invasion, when the ritual was still something Simon lacked the ingredients to attempt.
Give him a chance to survive, and he would take it.
Give him a chance to profit while surviving, and he would begin questioning how much danger he could afford so as to make as much profit as he could.
That was why she had told him his bloodline evolution would be more dangerous than anything he had faced in this life.
The ordinary course of the ritual was dangerous enough, but Simon was never going to be satisfied with its ordinary course.
