His words were filled with absolute resolution. Power? Glory? Strength? Infinite food? He wanted it all. And he wanted his sister to witness everything.
Without even realizing it, he was building on his ambition.
His voice and tone were that of finality, but when Kivara heard it, she began to laugh, so hard that she gripped her stomach as she laughed.
Riven frowned, and a glint appeared in his eyes. "What? You think I can't have it?" His tone was low and sharp like an assassin's weapon.
Kivara stopped laughing and shook her head. "Ah, Riven. You can have it, but isn't your dream too small?"
The tightening of Riven's muscles disappeared as he stared at her in surprise. Of everything that he expected, he never thought that she would say something like that. "Too small? That city is so big!"
