As Azriel and the Plague were on a quieter road, it wasn't entirely empty. A curious crowd began to form around them, whispering, gasping, and exchanging worried glances.
Azriel didn't waver. Instead, he calmly remarked,
"I must confess, that theory was a complete gamble. Seeing your reaction, though, it seems I was entirely correct."
Noticing the growing audience, the Plague retracted his arm and let out a resigned sigh behind his mask.
"Well played. You've outmaneuvered me spectacularly. Had I not reacted, I'd have won—but here we are." He sighed again, dramatically gazing skyward. "Since you're already acquainted with little Lia, I assume she's already in your hands?"
Azriel nodded calmly.
"She's safe."
"Your gamble paid off... it's been a long while since I've lost this badly," the Plague continued, almost sounding amused.
