"Talking to himself…? He really is a lunatic," Zibbo mumbled inwardly.
From the encounter earlier with Caldaros, it became clear to him that Lucvar held some sort of grudge against that person. Perhaps, it wasn't him, but the Gods inside him that bore the grudge and inherited that hate to him.
Zibbo wasn't entirely sure.
But it became apparent that he was dragged into their battle.
He didn't want to pick a side, especially in a battle between Gods like this yet it's too late now.
Lucivar has dragged him into a side by turning him into whatever he is right now.
"Hey," Lucivar called, snapping Zibbo out of his daze. "Give me your number so that I can contact you"
"My number…?" Zibbo repeated in question but quickly gave it anyway.
Moments later.
Once he massacred the entire underground club, not only the brawns but also the workers, Lucivar had amassed a lot of spheres that he needed to digest. Before he made his move against the Feradith Family, he needed to be optimal.
