"And at that moment, we will strike from within, joining forces to crush them. Even if we can't kill the Master of Armor Tomb, we must ensure this Demon Demigod is severely wounded! At any cost!"
Westheid clenched his fists, grinding his teeth.
Very few knew of his pact with Anise. Westheid had been meticulous, using small tricks to conceal his identity whenever he entered or left Serralis.
This careful maneuvering had paid off. The Forest of Serenity had cut off several Demon Realms, intending to savor them one by one.
But the Holy Spirit would never know that Westheid planned to strike at the height of their fierce battle.
To defeat Anise, the Master of Armor Tomb would have to manifest most of its Divinity. If they could swallow that power in one gulp, it would be ideal, shortening a long, agonizing battle to a single moment.
Reiya nodded upon hearing this. "Risking it all on one decisive battle? We'll only get one chance."
