Chapter 397.1
Flora’s mind drifted back to her conversation with Mara in the subterranean cave just days prior. Doubt gnawed at her. Could these six kings, merely distinguished by hair and eye color, truly vanquish a monster empowered by eons of existence and cunning enough to mimic a god? They seemed ordinary, human, no different from herself, an Anika.
Veiling her trepidation, Flora countered with a question. “What if the kings falter against Sang-je?”
Mara’s response was curt, dismissive of the very possibility. “That’s unthinkable.”
“But why such certainty?” Flora pressed.
“Haven’t you witnessed a king hunt a lark?”
Flora’s knowledge of such hunts came solely from books. Live larks, let alone a king’s pursuit of one, were beyond her experience. Mara’s disdainful click only stoked Flora’s growing irritation, which she barely managed to suppress.
“A lark ceases to exist when its core is destroyed,” Mara explained. “And kings possess the sight to discern this core. Regardless of size or strength, a king’s Praz can demolish it, ending the creature.”
“Then the kings can see your core as well?” Flora countered.
“Naturally they can—don’t speak of such bad luck!”