"Yuki…" Rhys murmured.
"Yes. Her. And also you…" Elder Solon stopped.
"Me?" A mocking arc formed on Rhys's lips. "Don't tell me it was because of my talent in formations, oh great master of mine."
The Elder's voice in his mind softened. It was full of a sad, gentle feeling, like a father saying goodbye.
'The audacity to sound pitiful.'
"I had planned to use you, child of the outside. You were a tool, a key to free me and my people from their endless cycle," Elder Solon shook his head.
"Even still, I never regret that plan of mine. It was foolproof, except for a few anomalies which happened to be at the wrong time."
His eyes wandered towards Yuki again.
Rhys frowned, peeking at Yuki. Why wasn't she attacking when he could clearly see the hateful look she was giving the Elder, a look which screamed murder?
'Is she also trapped like me?'
