But
Julian closed his eyes.
The other side of the calculation was not comfortable.
He was operating inside a body that was not his own, in a world that was not his native ground, with a fraction of his God's realm power. Kraven's sea of consciousness was eighty percent corrupted black flame that he was actively avoiding disturbing.
One wrong move — one moment of genuine suspicion from the Servant of Death — and that connection would be felt.
And if the Servant identified him —
Julian thought about that carefully.
He had died once already. He had also reincarnated once.
But that was not by choice. It simply happened, driven by something he didn't fully understand yet.
If they killed him again — Julian genuinely did not know what would happen.
He had no guarantee the same mechanism would activate. No certainty that there was anything waiting on the other side of a second death.
He stared at the ceiling.
If I die again, that might simply be the end.
