Salamandor rubbed his hands together excitedly. Things were going so well.
A large majority of the Crimson Immortals were currently tied up trying to handle Akiol and Wrock. Although one of them initiated a Trial, it wouldn't matter. The Trial were only effective against those who were weaker anyway.
Akiol who was now Fourth Stage, and Wrock whose source of strength was greater than the World's Stages or the Crimson Immortals, did not count as weaker. The mere fact that the two were handling that many Crimson Immortals was enough for Salamandor to be confident in that fact.
Although he'd prefer to keep the Immortals within his Domain as he went to move on, admittedly this was the only Fourth Stage clone he had that could withstand the Immortals.
With the massive distraction ongoing, this was prime time for a little raid.
