The promised day of gathering had finally arrived.
King Midas and Pope Augustus came to meet Lucien in Lootwell. This was not a mere visit. It was a meeting that could decide the course of their life.
Lucien welcomed them with a knowing smile. He already had an idea of what they wished to discuss yet he chose to hear it from their own lips. The truth, after all, carried more weight when spoken aloud.
He brought them in the round table of the Town Hall.
Midas was the first to break the silence. His eyes held the heaviness of someone who had seen too much. He went directly on point.
"Marquis… you must know by now. No—" he corrected himself, "you might already know more than we do."
Pope Augustus folded his hands. "Like what Ashreth said before during the battle… this world—"
Lucien finished the sentence for them.
"—is a cage?"
Both men exchanged solemn glances and nodded.
