Whisker had known he was being used by Varnok. He had played along, because it had seemed like the only path toward his revenge.
But that was before he met his star actor, Atticus.
Now, this fool wasn't his best path anymore. That child was.
And it was that child who would bring about Varnok's downfall.
Shakily, Whisker rose from the golden floor and looked his brother dead in the eye.
"My revenge is everything. I would never abandon it."
"Then why—"
"But," Whisker cut in with a grin, "who said I was giving it up? I'm simply walking the best path to accomplish my goal."
Varnok's gaze sharpened. "What are you—"
But then he stopped. He couldn't finish his sentence.
Varnok froze, tilted his head, and narrowed his eyes.
'What is that…?'
His World's Will, it was plummeting.
Before he could speak, Whisker let out a relieved sigh. "Ah… finally."
Varnok snapped his gaze toward him. "What are you talking about?"
