Qin Chuan and Dies Martin's exchange left everyone else baffled.
Dawn couldn't help coming over. "Godfather, who are you talking about? Is there someone even steadier than Crimson Feather?"
As far as he was concerned, Crimson Feather's stubborn, unyielding nature made him the best possible person to wield a dangerous power.
Qin Chuan didn't answer. He looked at Dies Martin instead.
"Your Chosen is yours. Aren't you going to deliver it yourself?"
"I was just thinking the same thing."
Dies Martin's avatar nodded, and his form began to fade.
Qin Chuan gave Season Star and the others a quick instruction.
"Get Soaring Dragon and Idith settled. I'll be right back."
Before he had finished speaking, he and Dies Martin's avatar vanished from the meeting hall.
Black rain fell in a steady drizzle.
In an alley, Bruno leaned against a damp wall, an extinguished cigarette between his lips. He let the cold rain soak his trench coat.
Ever since Aleisa, Lady of Night, had descended upon Magic City, he had left that city of gods on the pretext of establishing a Night Watcher branch.
He had hidden himself in this second-tier city instead.
There was no divine radiance blazing into the sky here, no suffocating pressure. Only raw chaos and people struggling to survive the apocalypse.
He felt at ease here.
As Dies Martin's Deception's Chosen, he was an outsider hiding among the flock.
Aleisa's pure darkness and devotion to protection made him recoil on instinct.
He feared that the aura of the Lord of Lies clinging to him would taint her sanctity.
So he had run.
Suddenly, Bruno's body went rigid.
Two figures emerged without warning from the curtain of rain at the alley's entrance.
One was shrouded in shadow and radiated a presence that made the whole world