Bian stared at Dican in awe, his heart fluttering in his chest like a trapped bird.
So a Farian's bone marrow and jeti can be used to make me a Farian…
The words echoed in his mind, spreading warmth through his body. For the first time in so long, he felt hope—real, tangible hope. His dream wasn't just a delusion anymore. It was a possibility. It was real.
His face lit up with the brightest smile he'd worn in ages. He could barely hold it in—his shoulders trembled slightly with the intensity of it.
And just like that, a face came to mind.
Jian.
That annoying, arrogant, always-so-perfect brother of his. The one who always stood in the spotlight while Bian watched from the shadows. That infuriating pest that everyone trusted, followed, believed in.
Bian's eyes darkened just a little.
If… if I could get Jian's bone marrow and his jeti… then wouldn't I really be a Farian?
His breath quickened. It made perfect sense.
