Alen had been far more helpful than Raze had ever imagined. In fact, his involvement had altered Raze's plans entirely, plans he had built from the moment he first stepped into Pagna.
Originally, it had been simple.
Restore his strength in this new body. Reclaim what he had lost. And then return, openly, to tear down the Grand Magus, one by one. He knew the moment he took down the first, the others would catch wind of his presence, and things would only get more dangerous from there.
That had always been the curse of his old body.
It wasn't that he had been weaker than the other Grand Magus, not Enaxx, certainly not Ibarin. He was unsure about the others, having never clashed with them directly. But strength had never been the issue. It was isolation. Even with all his power, he could never move against them alone.
