Chapter 371: The Grand Plan
The Liberator, the False Man, the god whom he figured was apart of this elusive circle of anti-gods. Since the incident at the Endless Bar, since that fateful poker match, Dasha had long deduced the Liberator and his role in this world. It was far too obvious to him. Perhaps Daughter thought him ignorant.
Dasha was acting of his own accord, without the aid of the Whispers. He did not need them; they were but a small part of his spiderwebs. A series of grand plans to gather influence and sieze control of the White Abyss.
This grand plan spanned a week. A plan that would tip the scales of the Underground. A plan that would set down the moving pieces and turn them into grinding gears of Dasha Pang’s grand machine.
Wang Lun was deep into thought. Within the bottle had been an parchment outlining the grand plan. Dasha did not speak. He simply awaited his judgment.
"You and your master asking for much trust, messenger," Wang Lung decided to say, putting the paper down. "But I can feel the depth in your words. You are honest with what you claim to be able to accomplish." Wang Lun smiled and grabbed his blade, pointing the end right at him. "And the Inner Circle does not fail, does it?"
"We are failure incarnate," Dasha said. "We learn. We continue. Failure does not and should not matter."
Wang Lung of all people understood that sentiment of victory within loss. Yet...
"Do not misunderstand either..." Wang Lung’s Qi spiked. The ends of Dasha’s invisibility cloak burned. "The kill is mine."
Dasha raised a hand and the Qi faded. "You must be misunderstanding. This plan is not for the sake of the Inner Circle. It is for you, Wang Lun."
"The Liberator is not the kind to plan like this." The pointed sword fell. "So you admit it out loud. It was not by the Liberator, but by you, messenger."
"Precisely. He asked me for plan, I asked him for strength, and now we ask you together."