"As the conclusion approaches, I find your hands are no longer on the board, which makes things far messier than before. It was much simpler when you were directly involved."
Ikenga's gaze was sharp, probing. "You sixth-tier demons are certainly cunning; this is the second time one of you has tried making me do something for them."
Zarvok chuckled, a low, rumbling sound. "Vorenza certainly lacks manners, but you will find I have plenty."
Ikenga remained silent, letting Zarvok's words hang in the air. This meeting wasn't what he'd anticipated. Zarvok seemed to have found a sudden use for the last sixth-tier soul he and Keles possessed. What truly surprised Ikenga, however, was who Zarvok intended to hand the soul over to: "Malzor." The wingless gargoyle had reached his limits in this invasion and was now merely hiding in fear, sensing the shift in the battlefield. With sixth-tier beings making their appearance, the stage was no longer for fifth-tier demons like him.
