A Mythological Grade clash naturally drew the attention of many onlookers. For beings blessed with such long lives, a clash of this tier—regardless of who fought whom—was a spectacle well worth watching. Although they could not be there in person, watching from afar was fair game.
To attend in person risked being suspected of joining the fray, and if someone accidentally caught a stray blow, explaining oneself would be troublesome. Watching from afar, however, was completely casual; no one cared. For those of the Mythological Grade, such rare excitement was too good to pass up.
Prion watched the battle conclude and felt something was off. "This fellow is definitely not Lucifer. Having a Battle Beast stir up trouble while the master lurks in the shadows for a sneak attack? That is simply not his style. Could this be that little rascal Cesia? It is highly likely. With insufficient strength, resorting to a sneak attack makes complete sense."
Chapter 256