Jigak chewed on his teeth as he watched Mierev roll his neck and crack his knuckles while walking up to the center of the throne room. It was easier to focus when only looking at Miereve, but he could still feel the Great Ugor's influence like a lantern bathing him in light.
As soon as he lost focus, his body would succumb to that dark light and obey the Great Ugor whether he wanted to or not. It was a clear disadvantage.
But Jigak wasn't worried. He was in a better physical shape than ever. He was confident he could beat Mierev.
"Hmph." Mierev snorted as he looked at Jigak's outwardly calm posture.
"Cocky as ever, ain't ya?" He mocked.
Jigak shrugged. Mierev's words weren't nearly as impactful as the Great Ugor's. He focused on Mierev's body instead as he looked for openings.
Mierev snorted again and glanced at the Daughter in the distance behind Jigak.
