Sylvara emerged from the patriarch's chamber with conflicting emotions raging inside her. It was not that she did not respect or believe her grandfather. Ever since her parents died, her grandfather was her everything, but that bastard… he just doesn't deserve any of this!
Just the mere thought of the arrogant bastard and his conceited smirk sent her on a downward spiral of rage. Blood God. The name itself was enough to sour her mood. Even now, after everything she had learned, after the power she'd seen him wield and the terrifying importance her grandfather had placed on him, she couldn't bring herself to trust him.
But even as her heart burned with anger, her grandfather's words echoed in her mind. Blood God is not just a threat or a pawn, Sylvara. He is the one and only hope for our entire world.
She gritted her teeth. That bastard. He didn't deserve to hold their future in his hands.
