"Seems like the battle between the Apostle and the anomaly has started in full. Don't you agree that it's a rather interesting sight? To see the arrogant one discard her arrogance and face a foe with all her respect." Zal-Ka'Rith chuckled, snapping his finger.
Around him, several grimoires appeared, swallowing the attacks that Voruth'Zal sent towards him.
However, Voruth'Zal didn't respond. He simply narrowed his gaze at Zal-Ka'Rith who was temporarily borrowing Kazira's body.
"No words?" Zal-Ka'Rith tilted his head to the side playfully. "I thought the humans said that the mouth becomes loose in battle. A conversation between two people who are about the fight. Yet here you are, not responding at all."
"What is it that you are after? As a neutral party, I refuse to believe you would move for free." Voruth'Zal spat in anger.
