The rabbit was utterly in disbelief.
Despite having gone to great lengths to conceal his identity, he'd still been recognized by Velen with a single glance.
How is this possible? he thought, his little heart racing. Could this brat be the illegitimate son of some supreme being from the Upper Realm?
What the rabbit didn't know was that Velen had already used Fate's Trojan on him moments ago, easily uncovering the truth—that this was none other than Pulitzer, the once-unstoppable Dark Archmage who had rampaged across the galaxy and now found himself reincarnated inside a rabbit's body.
"This brat actually knows who I am… But even if I've ended up in this fluffy form, I still have principles!" Pulitzer raged internally. "I'm still a formidable dark magic practitioner. Those shadowthorns are precious beyond measure. How could I possibly… burn them?"
Unless… he adds more to the deal.
