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 ...