Rain continued pouring, and thunder still rolled in the distance. However, the world between the two Immortals seemed to hold its breath.
Mammon's golden eyes narrowed as he stared at the Sea Fiend before him.
The golden pillar of light surrounding his body pulsed faintly, reacting to his irritation. The once thriving city of trade was now a mess. Merchants fled their stalls in panic, leaving their wares—some were merely in disarray, but a significant chunk were broken.
This was all damage to property, which Mammon had to pay at a later time.
Not wanting to escalate the issue any further, Mammon forcefully took a deep breath in order to calm himself down.
When he regained a bit of his composure, he stared at the Immortal Fiend and decided to end the matter once and for all.
"You didn't come here just to trade insults," Mammon said coldly. "Spit it out, Forneus. What do you want?"
