"For now, sure," Harvin said, his voice tinged with hesitation. But then he added, eyes narrowing, "But you remember what that woman said. She prophesied that Reves is the key to why the Ten Throne Holders will meet their end in the near future."
Harvin paused, as if weighing his words carefully. "Though prophecies are often unreliable, we both know what she's capable of. That woman... she's not to be underestimated."
The tall man's face remained impassive, but his fist tightened at his side.
"No one will harm Reves. I'll make sure of that," he said, his voice low and unwavering.
"And to make sure of that, I need the Artifact, Harvin."
Harvin's lips curled into a scowl.
"You've stooped low, Nathan," he said bitterly, his eyes flashing with disapproval.
Nathan met his gaze with an even stare.
"There's no shame in being a father, Harvin," he replied, his voice steady but carrying an undeniable intensity.
