Azmodeus remained silent, his expression carefully neutral. He had expected this, or something like it. The tournament had been more than a competition—it had been a stage, a proving ground. And he had proven himself, not just to the crowd but to those who truly mattered.
Lady Ming's gaze remained fixed on him. "You are no ordinary competitor, Azmodeus. We know this. And while you may have your reasons for concealing the full extent of your abilities, I would advise you to tread carefully. There are those who would see your rise as a threat."
Azmodeus met her gaze evenly. "A threat is only dangerous if it is misunderstood. My intentions are not to disrupt, but to ascend."
A faint smile played at the corner of her lips, though it didn't reach her eyes. "Spoken like someone who understands the game. But remember, Azmodeus: even the most skilled players can be outmaneuvered if they are not vigilant."
He inclined his head slightly. "I will keep that in mind."