Just maybe… could it be?
"A Lord, huh? Doesn't sound so bad."
Aldrich mumbled through clenched teeth, his voice strained beneath the pain radiating from the gaping wound at his waist and the sword still lodged in his shoulder joint.
Or perhaps… none of it mattered. Perhaps Paul's insatiable hunger for greatness had never vanished, only buried, waiting for a moment like this to claw its way back to the surface.
Aldrich's eyes rolled back, not in defeat, but in transformation. The blue sclera stayed steady, yet the silvery pupil shaped like a clover began to spin. It turned rapidly, unnaturally. This was no ordinary eye movement.
When the motion finally stopped, a clear and startling change had taken place.
What had been a single-leaf clover-shaped pupil now bore an identical twin.
"A… two-clover?" Kyle muttered, genuinely stunned.
