Simon looked at Enigma for a long moment.
"You're serious."
"Very." Enigma rolled his shoulders, and black scales rose along his forearms with a faint teal light. "But I'll be considerate. Nothing that would bring down the Crucible. So no bloodline manifestations larger than this chamber."
"How generous of you."
"It isn't generosity, Blackmoon. It's literally expensive."
On the ledge, Sonya cupped her hands around her mouth. "Beat him up, little kitty!"
Enigma didn't even look at her.
Simon didn't answer either. He was looking at Enigma's eyes, and at the calm, amused patience inside them.
Sonya had fought to have fun. Akaza had fought to measure the gap.
Enigma was going to fight to win.
He was a Supreme Demon Lord. And beneath that rank was a World Serpent bloodline that even Demon Kings had once bowed before.
He was also the Fourth Abyss Lord, and he had been a member of the Abyss for a long time. He definitely had more techniques than Sonya and Akaza.
