Although the Dark Mages were terribly surprised by this development, they weren't the only ones to react in such a way. The Grak'thor Chieftain and his Elders were also left slack-jawed at what they were seeing. After all, for someone helping them out to make use of the same Grace as the Primates from the Southern Territories — that was just inexplicable. However, as the Chieftain of a large Tribe like the Grak'thors, Chieftain Grak'thor knew how to make use of his wit to take advantage of any situation.
Falling to the ground with a thud, he bowed and outright groveled. "Please! I beg of you to save me! Anything that you want is yours as long as you save me!"
"Hmm?" Astaroth raised his brows in amusement while fending off thousands of magic spells, secretly devouring them at the same time. "You wish for me to save you?" He asked. To which the Chieftain responded with a fervent head bob. "Yes! Please save me! I don't care about the others; just save me!"
