"Ah, child. Did you hear it just now?"
Lann caressed the rough, uneven surface of the Throne of Desire.
Upon that throne, Rudus hadn't even reached the height of Lann's chest.
This King-in-the-making who had just adapted to pain, as if nothing had happened, propped his elbows on his body, his hands forming a bridge to support his chin.
Turning his head, he smiled at Lann and said.
"I'm really sorry, at this twilight hour, I've also become weak. Was I distracted just now? But don't worry, what I ought to do, I will certainly continue to do, even if it is excruciating."
"This is so-called 'mission', right? I am the King-in-the-making, and this is indeed my throne."
"There are five kings upon five thrones ─ all for the Transmission of Fire. Now the fire is finally about to extinguish: to inherit the fleeting fire, to extend the world once more, to rekindle the oldest Transmission of Fire... Therefore, I became the King-in-the-making."
