"What do you think?" Rael asked, pressing down on the gas pedal. "She tried playing her games, so I played mine."
"You took away her skill," the Beast stated coldly. "Every single follower she had acquired in the last couple of millennia vanished in the blink of an eye."
Rael scoffed. "Once again, that's not my problem. She should've expected something like this."
"Really?" The Beast leaned in. "Even I didn't expect you to steal an Ancient-ranked skill, and yet here you are, sitting without even batting an eye at such a feat."
"I appreciate the kind words, but I'm more preoccupied thinking about how to deal with Beatrice. I'm sure she'll be enraged, so I'll try to strike while the iron's hot. She might fuck up, after all," Rael added with a smile.
"Well, I suppose this makes the fight more fair," the Beast remarked. "I'm giving control back to Seryn. I shall watch your fight from a different plane."
Just as the Beast was about to leave, however, it offered some parting words.
