Ben tapped his finger on the armrest.
His gaze barely lingered on the match.
The hydra was impressive.
The Nephirid prince was intriguing.
The hooded man was unsettling.
But none of them gave him the same feeling of danger as the Daemon.
His ears caught more of the prince's conversation with his entourage.
A thought stirred in his mind.
'Could this incident be triggered by Apophis?'
The timing was too perfect.
It did not feel like a coincidence.
'Is she trying to free other sealed daemons?'
Ben narrowed his eyes.
If that was true, he did not have the luxury to wait.
He needed to do something to intervene.
No army he could create now would be enough against a Daemon.
Even the strongest golem was nothing in front of a Daemon's power.
While Ben was thinking, the battlefield heated up.
The hydra roared.
All its heads were wreathed in different elements.
Fire, ice, poison, thunder, acid, and raw kinetic force.
