Blackwell too nodded his satisfaction. They would have hoped it would be so easy from the start – that Skullic would have been able to dismantle them in such spectacular fashion so readily. But it was the illusion that their lesser numbers presented that made them so difficult to deal with. As soon as Skullic imagined himself to be dealing with a far mightier force, he knew exactly what was to be done, and was able to deliver it with the sort of reliable overwhelm that had made him so celebrated.
"Hmph… Took him long enough," Karstly said with a snort, receiving a raised eyebrow from Samuel in the process.
"It bothers you that the first victory goes to Skullic," Samuel noted. "That was a stiff blow from Tiberius. It could have flattened him."
"And pathetically, it almost did," Karstly said. "The victory goes not to Skullic, but to Queen Asabel, who was kind enough to hold his hand when he was beginning to lose his head."
