"I'm on the path to becoming a Monarch."
The moment Adam said those words, Wraith's brow rose slightly. Then, after a long pause, he sighed.
"So that's it." He leaned back, arms crossed. "But that doesn't add up… No one should know they're on the path to becoming a Monarch until they're already on the cusp of being acknowledged—right before they're crowned. And yet, here you are, already aware of it." He exhaled, shaking his head. "You really are something else."
He was about to say more, but then—
Something felt off.
His fingers twitched. His expression darkened.
At first, he hadn't noticed, but now? Now that he actually thought about it—
There was no hostility in him.
No desire to fight Adam again. No drive to take back the Book of Power. No instinct to leave this world and return to his own.
Nothing.
It was like something inside him had shifted—no, changed.
Wraith's jaw clenched. His fists tightened.
"What did you do to me?" His voice was low, sharp—laced with anger.
