Ben tapped his finger, his gaze barely lingering on the match. Yes, the hydra was impressive. The Nephirid prince intriguing. The hooded man unsettling.
But none of them radiated the same sense of danger as the Daemon.
His ears caught more of the prince's conversation with his entourage, and a thought began to stir.
'could this incident be triggered by Apophis?'
The timing was too much to be coincidence. 'Is she trying to free other sealed daemons?'
Ben narrowed his eyes. If this is true, he doesn't have the luxury to wait, he need to something to intervene. No amount of army he can create now is enough facing against Daemon.
Even the strongest golem, is nothing in front a Daemon power. While Ben were busy thinking about this the battlefield were heating up.
The hydra roared, all his heads wreathed in different elements. Fire, ice, poison, thunder, acid, and raw kinetic force. In total it have been killed four times, and each time it resurrected becoming even stronger.
