Burgers and fries?

While the funeral was happening, a black figure stood watching the garden through one of the windows.

Malakor's expression couldn't be seen behind his plain black mask, but his eyes were focused, fixed completely on a single figure.

'Who are you really, kid?' The thought kept circling in his head, never leaving him alone.

His Lady Azelith's words kept circling in his mind.

She had seen something while looking into the boy's fate, a being she had called a God.

But could that really be possible?

According to her, the boy was either that being itself, taking the shape of a little boy for some unknown reason, an idea Malakor found completely impossible to believe. Or the other option was that he was being protected by that being for some reason.

The crazy part was that Azelith actually leaned more toward the first idea.