Levi rested against the throne for a few more seconds before getting up.
Gamemaster Gamble waited at the bottom of the stairs, his cane resting against the ruined floor.
Levi stopped beside him.
Neither spoke, though there was little reason to pretend they had nothing to discuss.
The rodent had recognized his Sun Origin Seed... and knew enough about the Equilibrium of Chaos to understand what Levi was attempting.
As for the wager...
Levi still wasn't sure what to make of it.
Gamble and many other Gamemasters were ancient creatures, immortal, who had survived a few eras under Nocturn's protection... the things they knew were just as rich as many other ancient entities.
Gamble knew how Levi's predecessors had ended up and had chosen to bet on him anyway. That didn't make the Gamemaster a friend, but Levi couldn't dismiss the gesture as another attempt to entertain the audience.
That part of their exchange had been private.
