Chapter 461: Twist of Fates
Theron closed his eyes.
Every time. It was constant, again and again.
A relentless attack on his psyche, on his heart. It was never just a blade, it was never just physical pain, it was never just a war of intellect.
They knew they couldn’t get him like that. He had simply never lost.
So instead, they took this route—the route they thought they could poke and prod at him with, the path they felt he was the most vulnerable in.
Theron’s body relaxed, his breathing becoming steady, the rainfall from above nourishing him in silence. He didn’t bother to respond to Patriarch Gian’s words.
However, Gian didn’t seem to mind. He just chuckled, looking over toward the old assassin.
"Old friend, it really is nice to see you. Any guesses at how long this will take?"
The old assassin gave Gian a look, but he too didn’t say anything.
"Well, no one seems to want to talk to me, but I can give my own read on the situation. Little Theron is quite intelligent, don’t you think? He’s probably figured out quite a lot. Maybe the reason there’s a war going on at the bottom of this mountain right now is at least 70% due to his actions.
"A clever, clever little boy, indeed. So why do you think he’s being so patient right now? What do you think he’s waiting for?"
Gian smiled. Theron didn’t react, but the old assassin’s eyes narrowed.