"Aegon Valerion… how in the hell did you get here?!"
Blattier advanced warily with Platini beside him, toward the prince who had appeared from nowhere.
"That's a fair question… but you don't need the answer," Aegon said, turning his head toward the great tree rising behind him.
"What matters is that I'm here—at the very place you hid from the entire world. Joseph Blattier… I knew you were hiding plenty, and you haven't disappointed me."
The hall they now stood in lay beneath the sacred tree, overlooking the spring where Saint Uriel lay. Aegon had already taken it all in.
The prince was still admiring the place when Platini flashed in front of him without warning, driving a full-force punch.
Platini's blow sent Aegon flying, detonating the surroundings… The bishop had aimed to finish the prince in one strike—and he had landed the hit—yet the outcome was not what he wanted.
