Contrary to most of the Wanderers who had fallen asleep after the victory celebration, Thirteen was still wide awake, gazing at the campfire with a solemn expression on his face.
Kamrusepa's words confused him. He initially believed that the one whom he would be facing in one of his missions was none other than his Father, Deus Ex Machina.
'A girl?' Thirteen thought. 'I hate the Goddess of Fate the most, but since she's number one, she couldn't possibly be number two. Maybe I'm interpreting this wrongly. Maybe Kamrusepa saw someone whom she believed I hate…'
After a few more moments of silence, the teenage boy sighed and shook his head.
'It's no use worrying about this now,' Thirteen closed his eyes. 'The only thing I need to worry about is how I'm going to deal with the current situation.'
After knowing the real reason behind the war, he understood that continuing it would just lead to the ruin of both the Lizardmen and the Ratmen.
