In the study of the Metal Castle, Beirut and Loa watched Linley and Bebe walk out the door.
Beirut withdrew his gaze and looked at Loa.
The two nodded to each other.
Loa said, "As it happens, I have a score to settle with those two as well."
He had never forgotten the two culprits behind what had happened to Grandpa Jack's Blacksmith Shop back then. But given his current standing as a Dual-Element Lowgod, dealing with two Saints personally would be giving them far too much credit.
"It isn't very convenient for me to act personally. Bebe has a blood debt to avenge, so let Wangcai lend him a hand." Loa's tone was mild. "Leave the cleanup to Wangcai-he knows a thing or two about destroying souls."
Beirut said nothing more and merely nodded slightly.
In the corridor outside the study, Bebe turned around. His little paw paused against Linley's shoulder before he returned to the study door.
"Grandpa Beirut."
Bebe looked up at the old man, his voice earnest. "The boss and I are going to take revenge. I'll come visit you again next time."
Linley also returned and bowed in farewell.
Beirut rose from behind his desk. He walked over to Bebe, bent down, and gently stroked Bebe's head. His aged palm rested on that sleek black fur for a moment.
"Go."
Beirut's voice was quiet, but every word was clear. "Not just anyone can bully the descendants of our Beirut Family."
Bebe nodded firmly.
Loa bade Beirut farewell. Lightning Element Divine Power surged out, becoming purple lightning that enveloped Linley and Bebe. The three figures flickered in the study and vanished.
Beirut stood before the window, watching that streak of purple light cut across the sky above the Dark Forest. The corners of his mouth moved,