"There will surely be an Immortal God or two sent after me when they figure out I ran off with the loot of all four Dukes, the life of an Immortal General, and the Nine Black Qilin Horses," Azmodeus said, his eyes falling on the pitch-black reindeer riding beside him and Rudolph. "Though they may not seem like it, every single one of my reindeer has the potential to become an Immortal God. And as such, they are an invaluable asset to the Azureflask Empire if they plan on recovering after their fallout with the surrounding nations."
Clip, clop. Clip, clip.
The diamond horseshoes of the reindeer clacked against the slightly singed grass of a low-hanging mountain as Azmodeus traveled directly under the fighting of four Immortal Gods in the skies above. They were relatively safe on the ground floor, but it was better to be cautious than indifferent, so he skedaddled out of there far faster than he came in.
