"Brother Decimus, please lower your weapon."
The voice that cut through the tension belonged to Veronica, who approached Decimus with a serene smile. However, when she turned toward Vlad, her expression shifted to one of pure disdain.
"There is no reason for someone of your status to lower yourself to a being from a lowly plane."
The moment her words left her lips, murmurs of approval echoed through the cave. Many recognized the cunning behind her statement—she had provided Decimus with a graceful exit, allowing him to withdraw from the fight without losing face. At the same time, she had insulted Vlad and the Sky Seed Depravitas, making it seem as though the retreat was due to a lack of worthiness rather than a lack of strength.
Decimus, ever the opportunist, seized the moment without hesitation.
With a smirk, he released his grip on his dagger and took a step back, his mocking gaze locked onto Vlad.
