Ka'bandha froze.
He slowly raised his head and saw a familiar, imposing figure, his entire body burning with Hellfire.
"Th-The Savior?!"
The Supreme Bloodthirster could not believe it. The bug meat in his hand dropped to the ground with a plop, and his whole body trembled.
He truly had not expected to encounter his former lifelong enemy in this place of exile.
"Ah, Brother Ka'bandha, how did you end up like this?"
Ron looked at the Supreme Bloodthirster before him, at his dried-up, frail daemon body covered in whip marks, his armor broken and ragged, one leg crippled, and was filled with mixed emotions.
How was this still the once high-spirited number one Greater Daemon of the Warp? He was practically no different from a crippled vagrant.
"What unjust treatment! The Blood God treats an unmatched warrior like this? Utterly foolish!
"He is unworthy of a warrior like you!"
Ron opened by fanning the flames and sowing discord, his face full of regret.
Although the Blood God had already exiled Ka'bandha, there was never anything wrong with adding a little more fuel to the fire.
He stared at Ka'bandha. "You are the lifelong enemy of me, The Savior. How could you sink to such a state!"
However, when Ron said the words "lifelong enemy," Ka'bandha's daemon body could not help shrinking back, and he even avoided Ron's gaze.
"No—"
When Ka'bandha heard this, a trace of sorrow rose in his heart, along with a thread of inferiority, especially when he heard the title he had once borne.
He was a complete and utter loser, unworthy of becoming The Savior's enemy.
The Supreme Bloodthirster climbed to his feet, turned, and made to leave, unwilling to face his former opponent in such a wretched state.
He did not even take Blood Axe,