It took Michael weeks to unravel the meaning of his dreams.
The Goddess had chosen him.
She wanted him to stop Darius' monstrous acts. Goddess Myrthia didn't want her lands to be soaked in red, drenched in rotting decay.
As for the blood he spilled... sacrifices needed to be made in the war, no?
"He took in a child?" Michael raised a brow, then smiled. A gentle, radiant expression graced his god-kissed face, the kind that made humans kneel in reverence.
"I didn't expect him to harbor an orphan when he had no roof of his own. But… yes. That is something Xion would do."
The man before him knelt on his knee, and if Xion were here, he would have recognized him as Ravik.
The guard who somehow ended up in Xion's healing house during the plague, and also the one who led Xion back into the northern territory before disappearing.
"Father, do we need to kill Noxian?"
"Noxian... is that the name he gave to the child?"
