Ryu's gaze turned incredibly sharp. He hadn't know about any of this, but neither had the Dream Asura Race. If they had, there was no way they would have been goaded into directly attacking like they had. Ironically, for the wrong reasons, Ryu had still made the wrong decision.
His attack this time was indeed based off of the fact that the others wouldn't care to act themselves. There was no way so many powerful Clans would be harmonious. However, he had miscalculated, this was indeed a problem.
"That's not even the half of it," Ianjor chuckled, seemingly taking pleasure in Ryu's misfortune. "That little wife of yours has a special scent on her. I can tell that her Soul Fire is quite powerful."
Ryu gaze Ianjor a cold glance, but the latter didn't seem to see it at all.
