"Do you not presume you overestimate your own worth? I have yet to behold you forging a disparity!"
Baybars turned his back and commenced marching toward the domain where the alternate Kapos conversed. Mel, left in his wake, remained paralyzed; when had he last audited such an utterance?
Though the Blessing of Savagery bellowed 'slaughter,' the blood-red energy overflowed not from his vessel. Mel, who had massacred the entirety of the Green Shadow Academy on account of a solitary word—or rather, because they harbored terror to utter it—contented himself with merely gazing at Baybars's retreating back.
"Hey, you! Do you tarry for someone to clasp your hand to breach the mine?"
When the bald Kapo—whose ward designation he knew not—bellowed, Mel perceived he was the solitary disciple lingering in the environs. He could tarry here no longer; within lay a delectable green sustenance, and should he desire to evolve, he was compelled to consume it until his vessel ruptured.
