"Lord Rafada, is she dead?"
"You mean that Yochlol just now?" Rafada turned his head at the question, a casual expression settling over his youthful face. "Strictly speaking, I merely 'sent her back' to the Abyss to await rebirth. She isn't dead."
"But even with Lolth's divine power protecting her, I still managed to inflict severe damage on her life essence. She can forget about recovering her full strength without a few centuries of rest..."
The surprise attack had lasted less than a minute from beginning to end. From Renato's perspective, Sinnaphyx had barely finished her arrogant tirade before Rafada casually crushed her like a bug. It hardly qualified as a battle.
Recalling what the White-Haired Boy had just explained about the "mythic realm," Renato instinctively asked:
"Lord Pure White, was that Yochlol named Sinnaphyx your 'nemesis'? Can you merge with the 'divine rank' now?"
As though he had heard something hilarious, Rafada covered his mouth and burst out laughing.
"How could such a feeble demon possibly qualify as my 'nemesis'? A Yochlol infused with a little divine power doesn't even possess the standing of a demigod. Within my 'realm,' someone on the level of Lolth herself might just do..."
After laughing for a moment, Rafada composed himself, his tone returning to the patient guidance of a teacher instructing a student.
"Besides, I can sense the 'divine rank' reacting. When my true 'nemesis' arrives, I will naturally sense information about him, along with the disturbance in my 'realm'..."
Before he could finish, Rafada abruptly fell silent. The nonchalance in his gray eyes vanished, replaced by a look so grave it bordered on murderous.
The mage snapped his head up, his gaze piercing the tower's transparent roof to fix upon the distant horizon.
A lightless darkness shrouded the pure moonlight, spreading