Wayne's Sudden Need To Know More About The Prophecy

Mufasa stared at Wayne like he was a child. Wayne frowned deeply.

“I know you're trying to say something that'll make me look like I was a fool for not learning diligently about the prophecy,” he said.

Mufasa moved to a nearby shelf and pulled out a book.

“I remember you outrightly threatening to electrify me when I made this book for you. You said you didn't give two damns about a stupid story with a woman you didn't care about.”

Wayne eyed the small, black leather bound book in Mufasa's hands. He remembered it vividly.

“Well, clearly I care about this woman now so give me the book.” He stretched forth his hand but Mufasa didn't stretch it out. Instead, he was looking at him with an unreadable expression.

“How do you feel about this whole thing?” he asked after seconds.

“I and going mad and I feel like destroying everything. I want to destroy the prophecy and all the fools who are using it as an excuse to trouble my life. My mate has not had one day of rest since she met me. In fact,