One was far from enough.
As long as conditions allowed, Kallen was willing to keep playing this game with them until he could see no one else at the table but himself.
Dimoteli's head swayed at Kallen's waist. He caught her by the ear and adjusted it to his side.
He remembered her introducing herself earlier: captain of the Night God Church's Nightfall Watcher Elite Squad.
Yes, it sounded like gold leaf fluttering all over the sky.
Every church had certain positions specifically meant to give outstanding young people experience-in other words, to let them quickly build their credentials and gild their résumés.
So her family background had to be quite good.
Her talent was beyond question, too; after all, among people her age, being able to make Kallen fight seriously was the best proof.
The difference was that she only needed to focus on the final battle of her life, whereas Kallen not only had to watch constantly for her reinforcements but also calculate his expenditure and losses in each fight.
Kallen took a cigarette case from his pocket, pulled out a Thunder Order God Church cigarette, and bent down to light it with the scorching heat of the ground. He took a deep drag, suppressing the stirring of the Hunger Addiction deep within his soul.
Using the Hunger Addiction's ability to break her mental attack had been the least costly option in Kallen's judgment. He could, of course, have resisted that Mental Assault in many other ways, but doing so would have slowed the fight down.
"All right, all right, settle down. If it comes to that, I'll catch a prey's soul to feed you if I get the chance later."
Whether it had simply stirred enough and wanted to rest or Kallen's "reassuring promise" had actually worked,