Hector grinned from ear to ear.
He was already picturing Zibbo sprawled on the floor, pleading for mercy that would never come.
It would be a sight to see.
'A Vestal of the arrogant Sutekh begging? I can't wait to see it.' He thought inwardly.
An opportunity like this wouldn't come a second time, and Hector wasn't going to waste the moment.
Zibbo didn't react.
Slowly, he clasped his hands on the bar table and turned to look around, only now noticing that most of the people inside this place were on Hector's side. Only the women were the exception, still seated and nonchalant, a glass in hand to watch the show.
Each man inside was a Hybrid, and all of them at least a one-star Chrysalis rank Hybrid.
Hector was the strongest at the five-star Chrysalis rank.
Once Zibbo gazed ahead again, Hector leaned in with a mocking grin.
