The explosion was laced with unholy energy, so potent it pierced even Brelgor's fire resistance.
"Hahahahaha…" The Nephirid Prince let out a euphoric laugh. "What an entertaining match. Now, perhaps we can continue our discussion regarding your support."
The three hooded figures rose to their feet. The other two turned to the hunched one, Zarnak, their gazes dripping with disdain.
The slim one hissed in a croaking whisper, "Losing like this? Pathetic, Zarnak."
But Zarnak didn't acknowledge the insult. His jaw clenched in anger. He had lost the Hydra specimen, a rare and nearly irreplaceable asset. Despite all the destruction it had caused, he had only begun to unlock its full potential.
Dark mana laced with aether began leaking from his body, warping the air around him. The Nephirid Prince's eyes narrowed, and his guards instinctively drew their weapons.
"What's the meaning of this?" the prince demanded coldly. "Are you planning to violate the contract?"
