Being finally assigned a spot to build the coliseum, Deus was hard at work trying to get the structure completed as soon as possible. Even thinning out his army over his territory, he was playing a risky game by letting Dominion have his way for the time being.
"Master, are you sure you want more cyborgs working here?" Standing by him in the very middle of the construction, his demonic aide questioned his decisions. "We're barely hanging in on the theaters and those cyborgs are the only leverage we have against magic and the barbaric equipment of the general's army."
"Well, I'm not Asmodia, and not immortal either…" Thinking back to her sister's current state he rolled his eyes before correcting himself. "I guess she's not immortal either anymore. Anyways, fighting for that land that's flowing with rivers of lava, yeah, I have no interest in dying for it."
