Ulysses watched the purple-black magic energy bullets and beams flying haphazardly below, looking exceptionally magnificent. That was simply the nature of the magic wielded by the Demons under the Lord of Pleasure—beautiful, elegant, but concealing absolute danger. He shook his head with mild amusement; such petty conflicts were utterly boring.
With that thought, Ulysses cast his gaze toward the sole building in the arena. Had Neem not set up a protective array beforehand, it would likely have long been obliterated in the fallout of the battle. That, however, was not the main point. He quietly watched the grim figure clad in black clerical robes standing within the building's Shadow.
So he was finally willing to come out, the sharp sword that would slay Pleasure. Ulysses chuckled softly. This Mr. Roland occupied every corner of the Pleasure Incubus's mind, tormenting her soul at every waking moment.
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