I had already covered the full summary of what went down with Ambugaral by the time Vitriol settled back into her usual casual posture.
The duel, the nuclear deterrent, the concession—Vitriol had listened through the whole account without a single emotion visible beneath her void face, which was just her default state, so it was impossible to tell whether she was impressed or bored or somewhere in between unless she talked.
What I told her next was the part that actually mattered.
"I am going to make things unpleasant for whatever Legions are still sitting inside or around the Heavenly Banquet site," I said. "I will show up, apply enough pressure to remind them they are not welcome, and disappear before they can organize a proper response~
"Repeat that enough times and they will leave on their own. Wearing down the will tends to be more efficient than wearing down the body, until eventually they all scramble away for the whole site to be ours for the taking~"
