It was already past midnight, and the serene sea of stars in the sky slowly faded as the blue patches of the sky welcomed his eyes.
Crickets went for a chorale amidst the rustles of the leaves within the forest, pleasant to his ears together with the flowing water in front of him.
Athan sat on one of the boulders near the riverbank, propping his elbows on his knees, and stared from above with a ponder.
Hours ago, Mystique's sudden message somehow halted his plans to take over the emergence of the suspicious location that he thought for a long time.
While he didn't expect that 'Order of Pandora' would've developed too fast, and now branded as no different from an enemy to him, he still tried to weigh her suggestions.
What she accomplished was beyond capital offense, and there was no way he could let it slide. Either her or the ones secretly working with her better suffer through his hands.
