Chapter 88: True God
Dreadmarch stood firm, though his body ached and the shell beneath him trembled. His voice, quiet yet heavy, cut through the air like the low rumble before a storm.
"I can't defeat you," he said, eyes locked on Dedany. "So what's the point of negotiating? Just kill me... and the humans. End it."
Dedany hovered effortlessly above him, expression unreadable, violet light gently radiating from his body.
"I'm not here to kill you," he replied with a calm smile. "Not yet. There's a reason I'm keeping you alive."
Dreadmarch narrowed his eyes.
"As i said... Asyl," Dedany continued. "The Control Devil...He destroyed Fein," Dedany said. "Crushed it without mercy. And now... he's growing stronger. I don't know why, but he's collecting the cores of humans. It might be a requirement... a step beyond even the purple Neba. And I thought you'd know something."
Dreadmarch shook his head. "It has nothing to do with me."
"Shame," Dedany sighed, then smiled darkly.
"Then I'll make it simple. Cooperate with me in the coming battle against Asyl... and I'll only take half of the people here."
Dreadmarch's fists clenched, but he said nothing. He understood. This was no longer a matter of pride or power. It was survival.
He lowered his head. "...Fine."