Preparations had been made. Everything had been set in motion, and all that needed to be done was finishing off the king of Oblivion himself.
Gregory knew that his father was onto him the moment he stepped into the mansion. The man had always been perspicacious, whether it was out of greed or curiosity, one couldn’t know.
His father was in the dining room, surprisingly alone, when Gregory was announced.
The younger warlock of the two didn’t falter despite the doubts and uncertainty that plagued him, not even when the man who sat casually on the edge of the table said, “Fancy having you here after so long, son.”
“Afternoon, father.”
“Father?” The king spat out in obvious ire. “Father?” He repeated in much the same tone though there was disbelief warring his anger.
Gregory kept
