Lord Kratus left his seat and circled Sol with a look of genuine curiosity as he inspected the writing on his shoulder. Kratus had lived for over a millennium and had handled the matters of the Human Emperor far longer than Sol.
Sol knew the man's capability and knowledge. The least he could do was take advantage of them and earn some points for himself.
"This should be impossible…." Kratus said calmly, slightly amused by this discovery.
Seeing a smile on his face pissed Sol off but for now he had to endure until he got what he needed.
"Why?" Sol asked.
"Because you are not of the original werewolf lineage, yet you were chosen…. Originally, I believed no one could be so lucky, but it seems I was wrong." Kratus couldn't help but acknowledge Sol's incredible luck.
