The words hit like a bombshell the moment Dareth finished speaking.
"What did you just say?" Zeuxis’s eyes locked onto him.
"You heard me, boy." Dareth stepped closer. "Of course I know what I’m asking of you—and I know it’s difficult." His hands landed firmly on Zeuxis’s shoulders.
"Difficult? It’s damn near impossible. You want me to murder my father and seize the throne. And as if that’s not enough, you’re asking me to make you my biological father. Are you kidding me?"Zeuxis said, a cold smirk curling on his lips.
The air shifted—tense and quiet. Wind swept gently across the stone courtyard as the two men stood face-to-face.
Dareth stepped back, turning toward the distant horizon. "Tell me... why are you really here? In this kingdom?"
"To learn. To train. To return a better warri
