In terms of status, they should have been absolute equals. Both were Paragons, standing at the pinnacle of this world's power. But to Roth, Ethan would always be that scruffy, desperate kid he had randomly pulled out of a loud night tavern all those years ago. He was the boy Roth had quietly watched evolve from a naive, frightened youth into the capable king and sovereign leader he was today.
"I can no longer be of help to you, boy. My words can no longer serve as your guidance," Roth said softly, his voice carrying the finality of a fading era.
He pulled his hand back, his crimson eyes gleaming with a strange, boundless light.
"Once I have ascended, I won't be a god whose grace serves only the vampire godling race," Roth continued, his gaze drifting toward the high ceilings as if looking past the stone and into the cosmos. "I will be a god whose grace serves all life in the world of Nana."
