While Felix was checking his maddening earning list, he had no clue that the Darkin faction were discussing his demise.
"Something has to be done to stop that brat." Wendigo frowned as he eyed his partners in crime, sitting next to him in a semi-dark living room.
"He has already reached empyrean rank." Saurous said with an irritated tone, "We have only six champions from our descendants in that rank. The moment he wins or gods forbid, kills them, we won't be able to lift our heads in front of those Asgardian assholes."
Felix's latest victory managed to trigger warning bells in the Darkin faction's minds...Ever since Felix was introduced, they always had the assumption that their champions could defeat him in due time.
Yet, here they were, at the end of the platform with merely six champions left...Felix hadn't lost a single game, don't even mention one against their champions.
