Simon's blade stopped against the golden pillar.
The black flames on its edge flickered. Beneath his feet, the frost that had been crawling across the cavern floor stopped spreading.
For a moment, he simply stared at Tavian.
'…What?'
Caesar.
It had been a long time since Simon had heard that name.
A pale face. Long black hair. A pair of violet eyes that looked at everything as though it were only mildly amusing. A demon in a bored clown mask who had bumped into him outside the exchange center and said, "Shit. Sorry. Sorry. My bad."
'I've been bored for so long.'
'I am Caesar, and I have never lost a war, and beneath me is a mountain of corpses.'
Those memories belonged to the Shadowgrave Clan's academy. Simon had been a masked slave back then, and Caesar had been the demon who secretly ruled all three of the academy's strongest factions.
That had been a long time ago, and very, very far away from here.
'Caesar… here? In Vhal-Sar?'
It didn't make any sense.
