664 Real Good Thing

Tycondrius scoffed once more at the absurdity of the thought. 

Him? A Chosen One? A being capable of changing the Realm, saving it from whatever calamity might otherwise befall hundreds of thousands of sentients? 

Besides being unqualified, he had no interest in it. 

As for Krysaos... 

If the fates decreed that Krysaos was a Chosen One for... literally anything, it was likely that the Realm would be destroyed in full, during Tycon's lifetime. 

Ugh.

Then again, the fates did enjoy their dramatic irony. 

[One more question remains to be answered...] Atlantea closed her eyes... the third eye on her forehead opening and staring deeply. 

...Tycon was slightly surprised, as he had assumed the mutation was vestigial. 

[And only you, Tycondrius...] Atlantea smiled... [and you, Krysaos... can answer.]

Tycon shared a look of uncertainty with his companion...

"Is it a sex thing?" Krysaos asked with a lecherous leer.