Pa!
Pa!
Pa!
The sharp sound of applause echoed across the ruined battlefield as Jugra slowly clapped his hands together. The Ifrit stood amidst swirling flames and drifting frost while watching Kan and Kor casually make their way toward the mansion. Neither father nor son looked back. The contract had already been signed. Their choice had been made.
The scene was absurd. They had arrived as attackers yet now they walked away from the battlefield like honored guests while the battle continued behind them.
Even Jugra could not help but admire the sheer audacity behind it.
Damian had not simply defended himself. He had stolen allies from his enemies in the middle of combat. That was not something a reckless brute accomplished.
It required judgment and the confidence to negotiate while surrounded by hostile demigods.
A slow smile appeared beneath the Ifrit's burning face.
"I can understand why Duke Haborym lost to someone like you."
The confession sounded sincere.
