Zion waved forward one of his attendants. “Sir Ron, go—”

“Fetch me coffee,” Lady Ovalia finished. “Cupcakes and brownie too, this non-sense depleted my sugar stocks.”

“Lady Ovalia, I don't believe it is wise to do so."

“Of course, not you dipshit, but we can’t do anything about it after I gave Iris that mouthful. Either that bastard is a dunce, or he got the biggest balls I’ve ever seen. Ha! To taunt me in my face.”

“How do you think he is related to Jack?”

“I haven’t the slightest clue, old friend. All I can say is that he’s unnatural, both in the aura he gives off and his looks. Abnormal, I tell you, how identical they look. We’ll see more of him later."

“Very well. What was your opinion of the Blind Mage? Can she be of use, or do kill her now, while she is unconscious?"

“Kill? That? Please. She gave me the same vibes that Sayrina The Marauder did, well before she became the 44th. I would rather not poke my butt in a bee’s nest and find it to be a wasp."

“Lady, the 44th has perished by her brother's hands. A Shade is not a Sentient being. No matter what might have happened, for her to be this Mage, a human, is impossible."

Lady Ovalia shook her head. “You've only read of it, Zion. You didn't see how she fought, how she destroyed, how she killed. There have been tyrants that attempted to conquer the surface, that were powerful enough to fight nations on their own, yes, but out of the 44 Games that have occurred no one has truly succeeded. No one but her. She harvested this world's resources for herself, and thus the world killed her before she made her wish."

“If that was true, then why are we still alive? It's no secret that your father participated in the ambush."

“A limit,” Lady Ovalia said, locking arms with Zion as she walked out of the wrecked cafe. “Pray that she has a limit. Pray that she'll overlook this tiny land, and most of all, pray that I am wrong."