Inside the Domain of the Apocalypse…
Seeing what had happened at the Death Valley, Camazotz inevitably smiled.
For him, it proved that ditching Thirteen had been the correct decision. Had he stayed, he would've been the one tangled into that mess.
"Hahaha! You sure are something, Thirteen," Camazotz said with a smirk. "You should've seen the look on Apollyon's face after you deserted him. It was priceless!"
While Camazotz reveled in the chaos of the situation, Sahard did not. How could offending one of the seven Fiends of Solterra be funny?
As a Majin Prince, Sahard belonged at the top when it came to strength. But how could he possibly deal with the wrath of a Fiend? Camazotz dared to laugh only because he hadn't been there.
"M-Master, are you sure it's alright that we left like that?" Sahard asked anxiously. "We might have offended Sir Apollyon."
The teenage boy glanced at Sahard before lightly rubbing Tiona's head with his finger.
"Are you alright, Tiona?" Thirteen asked.
