Jacob sat on top of a distant hill overlooking the estate of Wutherhorn, he liked to come here from time to time after Light had shown him the place.
It was a vantage point from which he could see how far the estate stretched out. The houses, the farms, the bars, the work places. Everything was on display from here.
He had set a clone to cultivate for him in Kalgin and he had now broken through to the Void Sovereign realm, even more easily than he expected.
His mind raced, he reminisced about his discussion with Allicent, who said that all weak people deserved to die, he did not agree with her. In his mind not all weak people deserved to be unalived, except the ones who had committed atrocious crimes like murder.
He knew there was no changing her mind about the matter and he wondered if there was a way to restrain her, he didn't linger on the thought for long as his fast mind quickly jumped to another. He now thought about his upcoming duel with Heimdall.
