Meanwhile, in the Angra Theocracy, the Angra siblings recovered from their injuries, Akamana sitting on her throne while Belphegor knelt with a low and humble stance.
"Of the 300 original zealots, we've lost 250. A disaster through and through. Oh well, I've managed to save our Blood Longevity demon nobles, so the foundation is still there. But until we've rebuilt our forces, we should cancel our Sanctuary expeditions and focus on protecting our borders." Staring at a map of the Angra holdings in the Sanctuary, Akamana sighed—wishing she'd not underestimated Mithras that much.
"If you'd just killed the dragon youth with Cruel Genesis, we'd have taken control of the situation long before Vel'Asha woke up—to say nothing of giving her the chance to summon an army of Yaksha nobles.
