’My husband watched the Bane Family grow weaker and weaker, yet all he cared about was Godfrey Daniels’ mother.’
"It’s all a game. Getting the woman was never the goal, triggering Godfrey was. That will begin his journey."
Aina Bane frowned. Her eyes reflected the fallen imp army and their huge boss dead on his knees, but her late husband’s words echoed in her ears.
That night, those last words he said to her before she left him wound through her mind, fresh like a dagger suddenly plunged into her abdomen.
She was so angry back then. Her thoughts were that her husband had gone mad. What was it about an ordinary boy with no remarkable influence or family to speak of?
His mother was a good healer but wasn’t good with keeping contacts with influential individuals because she wanted to avoid control more than the one already around her neck. His father was a man that fought for his city and fell.
He was a hero, but a dead one.
So why would one of the most powerful men on earth make such a declaration, unsettling the globe with such news, and yet not even want a woman that would usher in the Perfect Life Era to be caught?
He just fed the idea to the globe so they could force a boy with nothing significant to speak of into hiding, into becoming a fugitive, into being the public enemy.
It made little sense. The more she thought about it, the more that voice, that action, looked less and less rational. Was the entire world a joke to you?
Her actions led to her distance from her son and eventually his death. Her husband also died in the most unthinkable way possible, not that she would complain.
That was mercy. She would have given him a much crueller death.
’I will restore the Bane Family’s power. But that boy, Godfrey, has cost me so much for me to turn a blind eye. With care, I will slowly corner him. He’s a lion, and a wounded lion is bound to lash out viciously. I won’t be there for him to lash out at, and after he does... he dies.’
Aina Bane turned. He wasn’t the end goal. She had set her sights on becoming one of the Seven Heads and that meant dethroning Arthur.
Her vengeance for her son wasn’t her major focus but it must, by all means, be achieved if she was to live without all this hate boiling endlessly in her heart.
She went back into the truck and watched as the Great Might Guild went about taking what was necessary from their kill.
This party was a third-grade party. They had just one paragon and the others were lord tiers with a few king tiers. Yet one woman had brought a powerful army down to their knees.
They never believed their bullets would pierce through a demigod. Yet the impossible became possible, right before their eyes.
"Everyone is talking about you, Lady Aina." The paragon in charge of driving the truck stood outside and bowed his head.
Aina glanced at him from the corner of her left eye. "They should hurry. The gate will soon close."

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