Ophelia smiled brightly, clearly pleased.
"You're just in time to deal with that demi-human Divine Chosen. I never expected that even among corrupted creatures there would be someone as intelligent as you, someone who understands how to read the situation. I'm truly gratified."
"The honor is mine."
A beautiful curve formed at the corner of Violet's lips. Her long dress fluttered as she tilted her head slightly and asked, "Shall I go now?"
"Yes. Prioritize killing the soldiers. Do not entangle yourself too much with the enemy's Divine Chosen. We have plenty of time to wear them down slowly. Once their soldiers are depleted, we'll use the corpse tide to exhaust the enemy Divine Chosen."
Ophelia wore the confident smile of a true dark overlord.
"I firmly believe this is the most correct decision."
"How impressive." Violet leaned back slightly. "It's an honor to fight for you."
"A wise choice. Take this."
A scroll was tossed out from the shadows.
