"How is it, Lembu?" Taufik asked as he and Kl'lara touched down on the ruined ground of the Hollow Citadel, the once-golden earth now nothing but fractured stone and smoldering ash.
"It's good. Finally didn't have to hold back after so long... It's refreshing," Lembuswana rumbled, his massive, beastly form towering high over Taufik, eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
Taufik dragged a hand over his face. "...That's not what I meant"
"Well, whatever. Are they dead?"
"Nothing left," Basukhi replied, his voice calm but absolute.
"I thought so." Taufik nodded, already expecting the outcome. "Still… Mammon didn't show himself. Even after his domain was reduced to this. That means they're preparing something... probably deeper in Hell"
Kl'lara glanced at him, her voice careful. "My Lord… do you think the same kind of battle will happen in the next layer?"
"…Likely"
"Then… wouldn't it just become too difficult for us?" she asked.
