Chapter 223: B3: C13: Lights Out 1
For the first time in a while, Zarian caught Luciana off guard.
Ever since the Darkrun Apocalypse, she had this weird and corruptive smugness to her that tested the limits of Zarian’s boundaries. She’d strained his patience plenty of times.
But now he had something that she simply couldn’t resist.
The traumatized tears of another Evil God.
Sinfeast was a divine ruler taking up one of fourteen major seats at the top of the alignments. Granted, there were five Freedom Leaders holding another five major seats, but the freedom alignment ran on different rules compared to the traditional alignments.
Besides, out of all the gods and mortals holding major seats, Sinfeast was someone Zarian hated the most. His hatred for Sinfeast was so great he would rather endure Purgehunt and Purehome’s persistent attacks than let Sinfeast have an ounce of breathing room.
The Madness Wizard imagined giving Sinfeast’s tears to Evil Goddess Shadowfell was the most heinous action he could exact right now. It could also help break the slavery bond his wife kept pushing into their arranged marriage.
Of course, doing all of this high-level political maneuvering took a lot of mental energy, and Zarian was at his wit’s end. Yet, the Madness Wizard dug deep, for the sake of freedom, and for the sake of screwing over Sinfeast again.
Zarian strode through the old basement floor where the portal had deposited him and the others a year ago. He felt for the ley line and noted how it wasn’t there.