Before he realized it, before he could name the moment where resentment turned into desire, he found himself leaning closer to the whisper, wondering not if it was possible…but how far he was willing to go to claim it.
With everything that had happened, Nwadiebube would have been a fool not to recognize Murmur's intentions.
He saw the shape of the plan clearly now, the way it had been laid out piece by piece. The classic tale of demon kings vs the hero. Osita had been thrust into the role of the demon kinga, n overwhelming force feared by all, isolated by his own power, painted in shades of inevitable destruction. The world already whispered his name with dread.
That part of the story was complete.
All that remained was for someone to rise as the counterbalance. The figure who would stand before the masses not as terror, but as hope. The one who would challenge the monster not with fear, but with resolve.
The hero.
