Those who are afraid of death will carry it on their shoulders.
Kairon wasn't afraid of death. He was afraid of death arriving very soon.
He had to prove many people wrong.
He had to bite Zane Atlas.
He couldn't accept his death at all. Not yet.
So he joined the people who were about to kill him.
His luck saved him.
But as long as the red heirloom was with him, his luck was on leave.
He didn't know that yet.
After the binding with Coin and Leon, Kairon waited for the next steps.
The Emberlord went back to his chair and Leon sat on the table.
Diablo stayed at the door and Kairon was in front of Leon, silent.
Leon's eyes stared at empty space as the man was deep in thought.
Silence stayed in the room until Coin broke it.
"What's there to think about? Start hunting Zane Atlas."
Leon said nothing.
He eyed Kairon.
"You shall stay with Diablo."
He turned to Diablo.
"Wait for my next commands."
Diablo nodded.
Leon narrowed his eyes.
