"Tsk," Ianjor clicked his tongue. "This is no fun."
He might have bet on Ryu, but his actual intention was to watch him struggle for a bit longer. But what happened? He got slapped away by one beast, and then it was practically smooth sailing the rest of the way.
After some thought, though, Ianjor comforted himself. It was definitely going to be a shit show when Ryu finally took a step out. That would be nice to see.
"You know him."
The words came from nowhere and descended onto Ianjor from all sides. It looked as though they were trying to suffocate him.
Ianjor looked up and snorted. The surrounding pressure was incinerated to ash and the person who spoke yelped, reeling back.
High in the skies, the body of a Demon manifested. It was a member of the Blacksteel Giant Race, and the confusion and fear on their face was clear for all to see.
