Chapter 86: Overkill
“You know how bad this would’ve gotten if you attacked at night,” Zarian said, while waiting for the White Roses of Purgehunt and Purehome to recover and prepare for the next round. Zarian yammered away with little to no concern: “It’s morning. I’m bathed in sunlight. I have to burn aura to conjure darkness when I don’t have enough nearby. This is your best opportunity to kill me up here on the surface.”
A few minutes had gone by while he sat on his throne and let the enemy White Roses figure things out with themselves and their gods. The distant fighting between his party and the Royal Guards had winded down.
News flash.
His party had won.
The duel between Arnold of Ambrose and the White Rose of Kingsblood was finishing up with a dramatic last stand and crossing of blades. A part of Zarian’s Fractured Mind watched through his spectral spiders as Arnold sliced off the head of his rival and claimed victory as a representative of Serveserf.
Zarian chuckled as Naomi’s Aura Ignition petered out, leaving her to fall down face first. She was covered in a wide array of injuries from broken hands, bruises, cuts, and more that were mostly self-inflicted.
Gilbert’s Healing Force +1 was working on patching her up. Though the healing process wasn’t without some pain.
That didn’t seem to bother Naomi much. She rolled over with a big smile beaming from her face and heart-throbbing thrill glinting from her eyes.
Leaning back into his throne, Zarian shook his head at the sight of his murderhobo of a Rumble Psion. Granted, he shouldn’t be the one to judge. He was literally giving two of the most dangerous men in the kingdom time to set themselves straight and game plan.