"What if I just… off the bitch?" Agra mused, rubbing his chin thoughtfully while bouncing on the balls of his feet. "No witnesses. No prayers. Problem solved."
Andohr simply chuckled.
"Oh, he'll figure it out, Agra. Kill her, keep her as a pet… hell, maybe even make her your new concubine, like you did with poor Qin Jiu over there. It doesn't matter. The point is, the Dark Lord is coming. Whether you like it or not."
He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in.
"But… if you help me, Agra, I can give you something… you need."
Agra frowned, his brow furrowing. "And what the hell is that supposed to be?"
Andohr didn't answer right away. He studied Agra, his gaze piercing, his mind dissecting the God of Chaos's every thought, every insecurity, every buried desire. Andohr knew how to read people, how to exploit their weaknesses, how to twist their desires to his own advantage.
And Agra… well, Agra was an open book.
