"Do it now, Mavros. We're already beyond anyone's reach," Cassius declared, standing with arms akimbo. He cast a cold glare at Marcus Davion.
"Do you want to proceed with your plan or not? I went to great lengths to bring you here, ensuring the Empress and Emperor suspected nothing.
"You asked me to sacrifice one of Count Davion's sons so you could possess him? So, tell me now—what is it you're truly trying to do?"
Cassius could sense Mavros's presence, yet he had taken possession of Marcus Davion's body.
The essence of Mavros was unmistakable—his copper piercing pupils, the way he smirked, the sinister expression that Cassius could never quite decipher.
The more time he spent with Mavros, the clearer it became—he was far more terrifying and unhinged than Cassius had ever anticipated.
His obsession with Empress Vienna was consuming, his hatred for Ares absolute. He wanted to level the entire Alverton Empire. To this day, Cassius had never been able to read Mavros's thoughts.
