The explosion was laced with unholy energy, strong enough to pierce even Brelgor's fire resistance.
"Hahahahaha…" The Nephirid Prince laughed in delight. "What an entertaining match.
Now, perhaps we can continue our discussion about your support."
The three hooded figures rose to their feet.
The other two turned on the hunched one, Zarnak, their gazes full of disdain.
The slim one hissed in a croaking whisper, "Losing like this?
Pathetic, Zarnak."
Zarnak did not respond to the insult.
His jaw clenched in anger.
He had lost the Hydra specimen, a rare and almost irreplaceable asset.
Despite all the destruction it had caused, he had only started to unlock its true potential.
Dark mana laced with aether began to leak from his body, twisting the air around him.
The Nephirid Prince's eyes narrowed, and his guards drew their weapons on reflex.
"What is the meaning of this?" the prince asked coldly. "Are you planning to violate the contract?"
