Bian let out a loud, triumphant laugh.
It was raw. It was real. It was everything he had ever longed for.
He was a Farian now.
A real Farian. a real golden blooded farian. he was no longer a weak ass human..
He jumped up from the bed, ignoring the tangle of blankets that slid down his legs, and threw his arms around Dican with uncontained joy. His cheek pressed into the man's cool neck as he gripped him tightly, trembling from the sheer overwhelming high of it all.
"I'm a Farian, Dican! I'm a real Farian!" he cried out, his voice cracking with emotion. "No one can look down on me now… no one! I've changed—finally! Finally!"
His whole body was trembling, breath hitched with laughter, chest heaving with the kind of relief that felt like it could break him apart. After all the scheming, the risk, the betrayal—he had done it. He'd won.
