The boy frowned, confused.
It seemed like he did not really understand the question.
"Uh... there are also Nightmare Creatures? Are you a Nightmare Creature, mister?"
Asterion smiled.
"What do you think, kid? Am I a god, a human, or a Nightmare Creature?"
His smile widened.
"If you guess right, I’ll give you a gift."
The boy looked at him dubiously, then scratched his nose.
"You’re... you’re a human creature!"
Asterion laughed.
"What a smart boy you are. Here’s your prize."
Finished carving, he presented the wooden figurine to the boy.
It was a figurine of a little, pretty wolf.
Effie tensed.
The boy reached for the little wolf with a wide smile, but before he could take it, Asterion moved his fingers slightly, and the figurine turned to dust.
Dropping the dust to the ground, he turned his head and glanced in the direction where Effie stood on the unfinished wall with a faint smile.
"Ah, what a pity."
The boy froze and bit his lip, his eyes becoming teary.
Asterion sighed.
"Don’t feel bad. I’ll carve you a new one... however, good children should not talk to strangers. Hasn’t your mother taught you that? So, run along and find your mother. I’ll give you the gift when you bring her here. Actually, I’ll give her a gift as well."
He smiled.
"Tell her that my name is Asterion."
Effie gritted her teeth.
’Damn bastard.’
Effie knew that Asterion was provoking her... or maybe simply mocking her. The mundane child he had conversed with was obviously meant to remind her of Ling. The little wolf figurine served the same purpose, and the act of breaking it cruelly was a blatant threat. Sending the boy to fetch his mother widened the scope of that threat to include Effie herself.
She stared at the Dreamspawn for a few more moments, then turned away.
Her hands were itching to break something.
However, she wasn’t provoked.
Effie would have felt far more concerned if not for the fact that they had anticipated Asterion’s interest in her son already. That was why an incarnation of the Lord of Shadows was currently hiding in Little Ling’s shadow, having been assigned to be his personal guardian.
No matter what one thought about the Lord of Shadows — and if one knew of his continuous existence at all — one truth about him remained undeniable. There was barely a scarier human in existence, if any. So, even if the Dreamspawn wanted to harm Little Ling, he would find it difficult to do so.
For now.
Effie’s face hardened.



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