"What are you willing to bet that she will use that flame of hers to escape the mist cage?" the old deity asked Lythia.
"She won't." Lythia assured her brother. "The girl is smarter than she looks, she knows the importance of keeping the flame a secret."
"Then she will lose." the old deity declared.
"Actually," Lythia smiled mysteriously, "She is going to win."
Both of them looked at the stage, one with twinkling eyes of amusement and another with a look of intensity. Each of them with their own agenda all for the same reaper by the name, Scarlet the hound.
