Drennos was torn. A clicking sound filled the carriage as his nails rhythmically tapped the wooden wall.
He was in deep thought.
Killing a Bloom… would only birth a calamity. Entire cities would be reduced to rubble if things went wrong.
"An annoying problem," Drennos muttered.
The crisis of the dome made a lot of things difficult for the people. While the majority of people lived under constant fear that anyone could turn into a darkness creature at any moment and devour them…
The wrong person could die, and millions of lives would be erased. Cities reduced to nothing.
However, to Drennos, it was particularly annoying for a certain reason. He couldn't easily take care of threats the way he normally would.
There was a reason the veins were so well guarded, and hardly any assassination attempts were made on pulses.
The former had little to no consequences, while the latter had devastating ones.
