"Just mark my words, Sin—this important mission of yours is just a way to put you on sidelines. Master knows which of us is the strongest and the most cunning, and who can only defeat already tired warriors," Wendigo hissed at me with a gloating sneer.
I only smirked back. The grey cat could hiss all she wanted and didn't understand that it gave her zero value in anyone's eyes. Her view of the world was as simple as that of a child's. I could admire her body and her spirit, but I had very little regard for her mind.
"It's like you conveniently forgot all the other times I defeated you in spars," I threw at her and walked inside Devourer's office, with a bang of the closing door marking these words as the last in the conversation.
