Fan the Flames

Naimus's words made the Twin Demon smile faintly.

"That Clement fellow was useless. He actually got taken out by a little brat."

"So the Sin Soul is in your hands too?" The Twin Demon stared at Naimus, a smile appearing on his face.

"Perfect. Clement and I had been partners for two hundred years. I was somewhat reluctant to kill him myself, but you did it for me. That counts as helping me."

As he spoke, the Twin Demon surveyed the casualties around him.

"It's still not quite enough. Let me fan the flames." As his words fell, the cries of battle and screams that had gradually begun to subside erupted once more.

The entire city was filled with wails, explosions caused by all kinds of battles, and countless cries of people being torn apart by life and death.

As far as the eye could see, there was practically nowhere safe.

Large numbers of Demons and cultists appeared throughout the city.

Yet this move left Guilliman stunned, unable to understand it.

The most crucial issue was that the other side's actions seemed beneficial, but actually helped Azure Sky Whale.

With all requests for aid intercepted, Azure Sky Whale was now effectively isolated and helpless.

Under such circumstances, the situation was already favorable to the Twin Demon.

Yet that advantage would soon be broken.

First, the large-scale gathering of Demons and cultists, followed by fierce fighting, would create violent elemental fluctuations. Those fluctuations, along with the Demons' difficult-to-conceal aura, would become an extremely obvious signal.

On Black Sky Whale not far from Azure Sky Whale, and even on the backs of more distant Sky Whales, individuals such as Golden Breed priests would be able to sense such intense elemental changes.

In other words, the isolated situation that the other side had