Meeting Each Other

Graemory could see it clearly now. The coldness, the hate, the bitter satisfaction in Clyde's eyes.

That slight curl of his lips wasn't just a smile. It was the quiet and lethal grin of someone watching his plan unfold exactly as he intended.

This… this had never happened before.

Higher beings like her had always stood at the peak of power. They were always untouchable and eternal.

Mortals were just means to an end. Like pawns to be moved across the battlefield or tools that forged for glory or sacrifice. They will become servants, soldiers, and eapons. Nothing more.

And yet… from nowhere, Clyde had appeared. He is an anomaly from the very beginning, ever since the Selection Stage.

She remembered when she first approached him, thinking she could manipulate him and then use him for her own gain. Back then, he had seemed naïve and confused, just another piece in the game. He was a little bit stronger but not to the point of become a threat.