Zaber leaned against the hut, sitting in silence. The damp walls seemed to absorb the cold, and a profound quiet reigned around him.
I have begun walking my own path. I chose it. Now we must find the necessary sacrifices.
The thought echoed inside him, cold and precise. There was no turning back.
X smiled faintly. Though the smile appeared light, it concealed a dark meaning.
"These circles are truly a treasure. You said your father gave them, right? This will be our greatest aid."
Zaber let out a melancholic laugh. It was not joy, but acknowledgment of reality.
"Yes, a treasure. But this treasure will be obtained at the cost of much blood."
X's expression cooled; his voice changed from before.
"What, you don't want to do it?"
Zaber did not hesitate. He stood immediately. His movement was resolute, his gaze clear.
"No, I will do it."
He paused for a breath, continuing. His voice was calm, yet laced with determination.
