After being compensated by Harvin for today's ordeal, a rare flicker of satisfaction crossing his face. Harvin's generosity had been quite abundant.
The words from Harvin and Nathan's conversation replayed in his thoughts, sharp and unrelenting.
'Reves is one of the key factors to the Ten Throne Holders' demise.'
The weight of the statement pressed down on him, and Ivaim frowned, his fingers drumming on the armrest of the altar in his Temple.
'If that's true,' he mused, 'then somehow, I'm tied to this... Reves' source of power comes from me after all.'
The realization made his chest tighten. He clenched his fists, fighting back the uneasy surge of emotions that threatened to overwhelm him.
'Yes, that's right,' he thought bitterly. 'The prophecy can also be twisted to mean this—Reves is a clue to their downfall, but the true suspect could very well be me.'
