"In fact, it's simple," Sia said, her tone almost casual, though her eyes betrayed the seriousness of her words. "Defeating him, I mean."
Adrian narrowed his eyes, leaning forward slightly. Was she gonna reveal it now or wait until the end?
"Simple?" he echoed skeptically. "I doubt that."
Sia chuckled softly, though there was no humor in it. "Well, the idea is simple. The process, though..." She trailed off, tapping her fingers against the edge of the table, her gaze distant for a moment. "That's a bit more... difficult."
Adrian raised an eyebrow, remembering it didn't match his knowledge. "Define a bit."
Sia sighed, slumping back in her chair as if already exhausted by the conversation. "Okay, fine. A lot. Let's say... a five to ten percent chance of success."
Adrian gave her a long, disbelieving look. "Five to ten percent? That's barely anything. And you're calling this simple?"
