The day of the auction. Two hours before the mission commenced, the crew gathered in a rented room a few blocks from the Jubilee House. It was sparse, stripped of everything except the equipment and supplies the mission required.
Scar had expected to be at least a little anxious. But ever since the realization that he and Morningstar were one, anxiety and fear had stopped finding purchase in him.
The confidence he felt went beyond his potential as the God of Light or his authority over six flames. He had actually tested himself against the Gate God in training. He lost, yes, but he had held his own. And that impressed even him.
What was left now was the Chosen One tablet. Once he understood what had caused Morningstar to fall from his rank as a divine being, once he had that, he knew the power to face his enemies would follow.
Amber caught Scar sinking too deep into his thoughts, leaned in, and spoke:
