Chapter 61: Whispers Of The Curse and Blessing
Dune's vision blurred as a sharp pain pierced his head. Darkness consumed him, and when he opened his eyes, he was standing in an unfamiliar room.
Before him stood Bethel, his angelic face unreadable.
Dune hesitated, his voice breaking the silence. "Why would you choose me?"
Bethel laughed softly, his expression serene. [ I thought it would be more interesting. ]
Dune frowned, suspicion darkening his face. "What's that supposed to mean? And what do you want from me now?"
Bethel's gaze softened. [ I want you to keep surviving. To become strong enough to fight for yourself. That is all. ]
Dune's expression hardened. [ Nothing else? You expect me to believe there's no catch? ]
Bethel's lips curled into a faint smile. [ You mortals are so shortsighted. I've saved you more times than you realize, and this is the answers I get? ]
"What are you talking about?"