Marrho's expression soured at the laughter that met him as he appeared.
Haresha also chuckled at the side.
"It seems that the Lost Primoridal's legacy is impressive. To think that you're new allies are strong. But I'm disappointed in you two. Here I thought you were Conquerors." Marrho gritted his teeth.
"Trying to spur us? We have accepted that we aren't Conquerors. Well, I have long ago. Haresha is still in the process. But we are Overcomers. Admittedly, it's weaker. But together, we can take on Conquerors." Porrelom sneered.
"You even use their own made-up title. How weak."
"Was the Lost Primordial weak? He could kill a thousand of you like it was nothing. Only the Primordial managed to defeat him. Say what you will. But I've found my escape from this terrifying war." Porrelmo sneered.
"Why have you called, Marrho?"
"Where are the Earthlings?"
"Why should they talk to you?"
