'And the Reaper... the great fool of the North... he is trying to play father to it! He is trying to hide an apex predator in a child's dress!'
The Trickster pushed off the tree, his mind completely intoxicated by the delusions of his impending grandeur.
He didn't need to fight her.
He didn't need to risk his own life.
All he needed to do was... run.
He would return to the deepest, most lightless subterranean courts of the Southern continent. He would kneel before his Lord, the Archdemon who ruled the hidden, and he would deliver this information.
