This was an interesting angle.
Value.
Perhaps plenty of people were already watching, observing the Demon Wizard's disciples die one by one, testing their suspicions, testing whether that man had truly lost his mind, Ruger mused. As time passed, certain things had naturally caught the attention of those watching closely. The so-called legacy of the Demon Wizard seemed to have taken on another form, continuing to play out. The only question was whose hands it would ultimately fall into. And change after change, one way or another, kept proving that this was valuable-a fortune worth taking risks for.
Value was another dimension between good and evil, sometimes more clearly visible than either.
The Demon Wizard was dead, then alive; the rumors kept changing, and then things had turned into their current state. Each successive turn kept those watching on tenterhooks. Perhaps, ever since his legend had begun to spread, many other changes had occurred that people had now forgotten. And with each change, the efforts of those coveting his legacy had repeatedly come to nothing.
It was as though that man was toying with them.
Ruger looked at Soldrich before him and felt he ought to take back his earlier assessment. This was not a placid fellow.
His eyes were calm, but there were waves beneath the surface.
Of course, perhaps Ruger was simply too lazy, too timid.
A Two-Ring Wizard, a distinguished wizard in other people's eyes, yet he had never truly thought of himself that way. He had only called himself that a few times while teasing Mahama, Varin, and the others.
He also agreed with some of Soldrich's views, but they had led him to still more possibilities and conjectures.
Everyone knew its value. Had no one tried?
*Then what about the Demon Wizard himself? Could he