'Looks like my bluff worked,' Thirteen thought after cutting his call with Prince Aurelion.
He knew that the Dragonkin Prince only understood the language of power and devastation.
If Thirteen could make him feel helpless at the get-go, Prince Aurelion would learn to think twice before attacking him and the Wanderers again.
Even if the Prince were to resolve himself to attack, there would still be a seed of doubt and hesitation in his heart, which would make him recall his order.
This was especially true after he personally got a taste of Nautilus' firepower.
'If he is smart, then he will realize that something is fishy,' Thirteen thought. 'But even if he does realize something, he would still not attack anyway. At least, not today.'
The one-sided slaughter that Thirteen had unleashed on the Dragonkin Army was enough to make them fearful of him.
