‘I am the perfect host! I refuse to believe I’m inferior to Leech. Even if you made a mess, not everything is lost.’ Orpal thought. ‘Dusk is one of the greatest experts of life force on Mogar.
‘After we kill Leech, Kelia will be next. Once we have Dusk’s final shard, we’ll have the means to improve my perfection. Until that moment, I’ll keep trying on my own.’
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Meanwhile, in a different wing of the fortress of Talgor, Jorl assembled those he hoped would become his inner circle.
“Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for joining me.” He gave Uragar, Salanoth, and Akhton the Bastet a polite nod.
“You said it was urgent, and anything is better than suffering the presence of that pathetic Jormungandr.” Salanoth said, still angry about her defeat.
Doom Tide had severely crippled her enchantments, and Ice Soul had done the rest. Uragar had held his ground longer thanks to the many Spirit Spells stored in his pages, but his martial prowess as a Divine Beast was amateurish at best.
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