Sterfen's Offer to Halmut

"Give me one good reason."

Naparn was entirely still. The Molten God didn't even breathe, afraid that Sterfen would press the knife further into his throat.

"Hmm… It seems you remember your lesson well…" Sterfen chuckled as he dragged the tip of his blade down Naparn's throat. He cut into the collar of the god's luxurious jacket. Underneath that, a vulnerable scar was visible. "You know my capabilities already, so don't push your luck."

"What do you want?" asked Naparn.

Sterfen's warm smile returned, making the Assassin God all the more frightening. "Sadly, killing you will ruin my current plans… If only…"

"If you're not here to kill me, then why are you in Olympic Chateau?"

"First, let me warn you about something," Sterfen added. "You've already experienced two of my personal skills, but you've never experienced my third."

"Third…" Naparn's breath stopped again.