'Will I truly be forced to use that here?'
Lucas Streem gritted his teeth as the thought flashed across his mind.
'There are too many people here, but…'
Sir Theon was relentless. With the strengthening of his Demonic Providence, Lucas completely lost his original advantage.
However, to truly use "that," meant to abandon almost everything he'd worked so long for.
'My position will be in danger as long as anyone who sees me survives. If I leave alone, there will be additional suspicions that will lead to my being exposed. At the end of the day, I must use it to survive.'
Lucas' eyes hardened.
It had been many years since he first converted, and ever since that fateful day when his destiny changed completely, he'd been meticulously planning his steps so he could gain the most benefits from any situation he found himself in.
The war in the Blood-Drenched Wilderness was one of these plans.
