Chapter 143: The Warrior's Blade

Hope. He hated hope. It made people cocky, bold. People were not as easily manipulated when they had hope. Instead, they were stubborn, determined, a barrier to his goals. Aradhon did not need a barrier to his goals. Not when he was so close. The dark elf stood on the eighth floor balcony of the Leary Building, staring out over the hovels of Feather Lakes, his arms crossed over his chest, his face stoic.