"You challenged a rift with Dante?"
Northern casually nodded.
"Yes, I did."
"Ah. You did…"
Paragon Raizel stared at him blankly. For a moment, even he wasn't sure what was going on in his own head.
What was this? Was this what they called fate? How could it be that this strange existence—a boy he had randomly encountered by nothing more than pure coincidence—if it could be called so—had also met Dante under those same, impossible circumstances?
A corner of Paragon Raizel's lips curled upward.
'Looks like the stars really are smiling upon me.'
He leaned back into his chair, tapping the armrest lightly as he studied Northern with an ever-present smile.
The room remained silent. Ascendant Zion and Sage Mack seemed equally uncertain about why their Paragon found this revelation particularly intriguing.
Not that they could be blamed.
After all, they did not know Dante.
Even Northern couldn't claim to know him.
