"Every match from this point onward will be a duel to the death!"
The entire arena went silent.
Zarathustra continued, "I assume that such a development would be quite suitable for the Hierophant."
"So you knew my identity all along?" I asked.
"I wasn't one-hundred percent sure, but now, you've confirmed it."
"It was my axe, wasn't it?"
"That's right. It was a foolish error."
"But what about Aisling!" I scowled. "You're just gonna let her die?"
"She failed to kill you twice; therefore, she's worthless to me."
"She looked up to you! You were the one who brought back her father!"
"Hmph," Zarathustra said. "NPCs are easy to manipulate."
I resisted the urge to scream out in anger.
"You really are an archdemon," I said. "This is no utopia."
"Utopia is a subjective term. And don't think that you can easily dethrone me, Hierophant. It just so happens that your closest companions are under my thumb!"
