Chapter 52: Lucas
"I understand, the threat of the abyss is more than we can dream of handling. But you don’t like the way the trials happen," Jake said.
"Exactly. What’s the point of removing one sword only to get another? I’m sure that when the Trial was created, the dark dragon didn’t see it that way.
The stronger you get, the more you begin to see the bigger picture, and that makes you less connected to those weak and under.
The dark dragon saw what he did as some sort of solution, but never took into account the lives of those that were here, the lives that would be lost," John said. He pressed his cigar into the table to quench it.
"But I believe there is a way to stop the trial, to fix it up. Maybe a way to find a permanent solution for it. But in order to do that, we need to understand all five thousand years of the trial as well as the trial of this century," John said. He looked at Jake, their eyes locking.
"What we do here is not based on trust in each other. There is no trust here. Chosens can never trust themselves. I suggest you don’t as well," he said.
"I have a question. Are you guys here the only ones?" Jake asked.
"No. Like I said, we are spread out over the entire continent, and soon beyond. We are trying to cover as much ground as possible in this time, uncover all the secrets that will help us.
So I’m asking—no, I’m offering—will you join us? With you being a necromancer and all, you’ll be a great asset. We will be able to get through this, and maybe before the trials ask us to kill ourselves, we will find a solution," John said.