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Phil lounged beside him on the deck chair; the glass cradled in his hand was not filled with red wine, but with the celebratory fizz of

champagne.

"Man, if it were me, I'd just blow the whole damn island."

Phil never was one for leaving loose ends, but he respected his brother's every decision.

They were twins, after all, and he'd grown accustomed to being his brother's shadow.

Taking a leisurely sip from the flute, he let the moment linger.

"What's the fun in that? Quentin's likely in there too. If he gets caught in the blast, the organization will be even more of a

headache."

Though the third Elder was captured, the other elders were still out and about.

These two stubborn old goats were in the sboat, and the elusive Quentin hiding out on Forbidden Island. That left only seven

elders on their side within the BK faction.

With a force as formidable as BK, if three elders were to gang up against him, it would be a significant nuisance.

So, if they could make it persuading Quentin to join forces, that was the move to make.

Besides, Quentin had a key partner in the research base.

His ultimate goal wasn't BK, but that very research base.

at the base, it was only natural to have

was stubborn; he wouldn't bend unless he was thoroughly convinced. Only in that case could a

to take him

and lan, and the long-hidden Holy

the Holy Daughter had always been

been brought back by the Holy Daughter, but

horizon, and his thoughts

within the BK organization, he'd thought Cynthia held him in high

worked tirelessly for her approval, always going the

aware of his difference from the

had no love for overly

these creatures, and displayed their remains prominently -as if

joined BK, he wasn’t used to it

Cynthia was entangled in her own troubles, because she

intentionally, and that it may have been a careless promise

obligation.

him seethe. He'd always fancied himself as someone touched by fate, not an ordinary soul. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of

asked him one day, with

had refused the mantle of BK leader so as

never be just another face

animals hung in the sun, and their bodies were desiccated by

had taught him how to dissect; it seemed an

thought Cynthia would praise him, so he admitted to it without

I used this

the scalpel

the dissected was a cat, who was nurtured within