"How could he not be dead yet?" came the roar from the Mythos Priest as he looked at a red ball hovering before him. "I sacrificed the last guardian of our race, and these guys didn't even die from it? What should I do?"
Words couldn't begin to describe the rage he was feeling.
"I told you so," Mirabella said from the side. "No matter what you throw at him, he will find a way out of it."
"If the Devourer had devoured him, then everything that belonged to him would have belonged to us. But now, there's no use for it."
The Mythos Priest couldn't help but sigh in pity. Truly, he felt pity while looking at the completely fine state of Zarek.
In the end, he could only swallow his loss in resignation because there was nothing he could do about it.
"Oh, well."
