Thirteen casually reached out his arm and pulled out something from the crack of space in front of him.
When Irrudun's dead body came into view, the Demigods and the rest of the infernal army's faces turned pale from fright.
The teenage boy then casually tossed the corpse in Erasmus' direction before shifting his gaze to the two remaining Demigods in front of him.
"I-I surrender!" Malgrux. "Make me your slave! Make me your subordinate—I don't care. Just please, let me live!"
"Okay," Thirteen replied. "I'll let you live."
Malgrux's face relaxed, finally able to breathe a sigh of relief. But the next second, a scream erupted from his throat as Thirteen tore off one of his arms.
Blood spurted from the severed arm and fell down onto the ground like molten lava.
"Y-You promised to let me live," Malgrux stuttered with a face filled with injustice.
"I did," Thirteen replied coolly. "You will live. But I didn't say that I'll leave you intact, did I?"
