Snippet #4984

Aylward was seated opposite the balcony Genox was occupying. He had managed to arrive back in Arcadium in time for the games, though admittedly now that he knew the full extent of his power, he had used it to hasten his travel. No one would've noticed an elf materialising out of the breeze when all eyes were fixated on the minotaurs in the arena. Yet Aylward stared straight ahead at Genox. His plan had gone off without a hitch. The king dead, and the people under control. Genox would now rule behind a closed veil and have enough time to consolidate his power. Aylward was sure what Lucas had said about the king being dead was the truth. Except he believed it was a different king the entire time.

There was no doubt about it, seeing Genox in the balcony now. He had been the ruler all this time, King Egan had merely been a puppet. Aylward's bow was still strapped to his back. He was so tempted to fire an arrow right at Genox. With his strengthened wind powers, there was a good chance Genox would not have time to react, and his "inpenetrable" armor would not be able to stop the arrow. Could Genox die if shot in the heart?

He clenched and unclenched his fists. The time will come, but not now. Too many innocent lives at sake. Aylward saw Alex seated beside Genox in the balcony, a precarious position to be in given his assassination of the king. The wrong king, but Genox would not let the people know that. At the back of his mind, Aylward wondered if Genox realised the assassin was so close to him, or if he already knew who he was and the knowledge was immaterial to his plans.

You're a cunning one, Genox... Deceiving the people without arousing suspicion among them. You're a greater challenge to take down, but I will end your life one day.