"Your Majesty Satan, why are you serving Deathstroke?!"
Circe clutched one arm, where a charred, foul-smelling wound oozed rotten fluid almost the instant she had been injured.
She was gradually falling into a disadvantage, and she was beginning to realize that having her drain Diana's Witch's Mark, temporarily weakening herself, had most likely been Deathstroke's scheme.
Having opened some distance with a short-range teleport, she intended to buy herself a moment to catch her breath through words.
"Trying to sow discord? Useless." The next second, Mazikeen appeared beside her through a burning ring of fire, swinging her sword again. "I'm a demon to begin with. Every scheme you humans can understand is just something we played with long ago. Still, I'll explain it to you. He and I are partners. He gave me something good that you could never offer."
Sword strike after sword strike followed. Fan-shaped arcs of fire swirled continuously around Circe. Mazikeen had sustained several wounds as well, but pain only made her happier.
Circe had inherited the concept of witchcraft, but that was all.
As Satan, Mazikeen possessed a whole string of concepts: chaos, sin, pain, fire, lust, and more.
It was not that more concepts necessarily meant greater strength, but Circe had only inherited her concept two months ago. How could she compare to an ancient monster like Maze?
Moreover, before Deathstroke entered this place, he had first obtained a "mask" in the Dreaming and temporarily borrowed the concept of "Dream" to counter Circe. He himself could also command the concept of "creation" through the Ten Rings. It could be said that he was invincible.
If not for letting Circe drain Diana's Witch's Mark, Mazikeen could have been sent directly against Circe back when they were in Kore.
Unfortunately, by the time Circe understood all