Ben whistled when the explosion went off.
He was still panting, at least on the surface.
'This magic… it really was something else.
Elvira outdid herself with the latest aether enhancements.'
In truth, the whole fight had been a game to him.
He only pretended to be tired and bloodied to fool the spies from the capital watching from the shadows.
Revealing his full strength now would be foolish.
His gaze swept across the battlefield.
The fight clearly leaned in his favor.
His army was winning, tearing through the Gravenhold forces with brutal precision.
The spectators who had watched his match with Varnak were already gone, either vanishing into side alleys or fleeing the city entirely.
Ben grinned and walked toward what little remained of Varnak.
He stopped, shook his head, and clicked his tongue.
'Barely anything left.
I cannot even use his head to lower their morale…'
Then his eyes narrowed.
'Malvek is already escaping the city.
Just as I planned.'
