142 Ch. 141: A Great Game

It was the fire in Winter's eyes that reminded Akira why he had deigned to take up the flesh of the crippled heir of House Wolfe and personally interfered in the great game he'd been setting up for years.

It was too much fun for him to resist.

Taking up a proper mortal host lessened his abilities somewhat, but Akira could still sense many rampant energies within the capital alone. Someone somewhere nearby was dabbling in wild, taboo magic he hadn't tasted in eons. There were beings powerful enough to control the actions of people in this world like an invisible puppet master. His longest game yet was soon to come to a satisfying conclusion if he played his cards right. And most satisfying of all, the bright-eyed disciple his good brother, Helio, had chosen was square in the middle of his palm.

"Game?" He murmured, happy for once not to stifle his true nature.

"You are certainly playing at something," Winter said, not backing down. "And I don't like that."