Kais looked at the tribals surrounding him and smirked.
"Choose a way to die? Very well," he mumbled. "I'll duel you all to death, one after the other."
"An honorable death indeed," Xilo nodded, readily agreeing.
The lord had instructed to give the hell raiser whatever he pleased. If that was the case, then so be it.
Xilo looked sideways, selecting a muscular individual from their group. He was the youngest there, and by far the most inexperienced one. The boy would most certainly perish in the duel, but it would also give others the opportunity to exchange blows with a legendary warrior.
However, as the young man was about to strike, something changed. His eyes turned completely black, and he stood still on the spot. Right before their eyes, the man's body began writhing from the inside.
Seconds later, a completely different man stood before them. The moment the Decans saw him, they went to their knees, praying loudly.
"You're… their god?" Kais asked.
