Lancelot was simply insane. His very being gave that word reason to exist. His delusions knew no bounds, demanding that life itself was good enough to entertain him, even threatening death not to bore him.
And yet, Dominic had been the one to lose that exchange. His sanity, his mindset rooted in reality, had been powerless to stop that ideal.
If Lancelot could repeat that feat against the Heavens, his claim would be insane no more. It would become a factual truth.
Liam hissed under his breath, his bloodshot eyes glued to the scene. He didn't know why. He didn't even ponder that, but he couldn't stop watching the fight, as if something beyond the insane claim was speaking to him.
A tinge of confusion spread on Liam's face. A subconscious part of him realized that he should understand the speech. It resonated with his very being, but that wasn't available to him anymore.
