The highest-level Jabob demon had even acquired a class title of cultist. What was the difference between his own novice warlock class title and the cultist class? Damn it, he should have done more research on this stuff when he’d had the chance. All of them were likely much, much stronger than Riven, too. Even before identifying the largest creature, he knew that trying to fight that enormous lurker demon alone would imdiately result in his death.
No way he was getting into a fight with that thing and coming out alive.
However, he obviously wasn’t about to let his minion die here. He was going to save that batshit crazy spider if it was literally the last thing he did. She’d saved his life in the Chalgathi trial, and he wasn’t going to let her beco lurker food.
His chest swelled, and a surge of determination flooded through his veins. Even if he died trying, he’d give his best shot in trying to get Athela out… He just needed to wait for the opportune ti, if there was any to be had. The others, though their plight tugged at his heartstrings, would only be bonuses if he succeeded.
Though even just getting her out alone was looking rather unlikely.
One of the short, lanky, Jabob demons who’d had enough of the blonde girl’s pleading turned around and raised a hand. The beard swayed, and the three eyes narrowed. Its voice was snakelike, with a hoarse hiss to it, and it almost sounded like the creature had smoked far too many cigarettes over the course of its life. “Shut your ugly mouth, mortal wench! I’ve had enough of your sniveling!”
Blue fire flared to life from the small demon’s hand, and in an instant the woman’s face exploded with fla.
She scread even louder, reeling back and rolling around on the ground to try and put out the fire as the other two demons laughed. It made Riven want to rush in, to save her and kill all the creatures participating in her tornt. He wanted to play the hero, to save the day and co out victorious. But real life was not like those fairy tales where the knight in shining armor battled against furrowed his brows, he would have looked like an enraged orangutan. But he couldn’t—he was frozen in ti and space, so he ntally just shouted out, What desired action?!
[Desired action: save unknown woman from death. Malignant Prophecy’s only available option for this pathway is as follows:
Influence the lurker demon into taking the young woman up on her offer and letting the young woman go.]
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