Acting as if Damon were still frustrated with the solar lances and beams attacking him from left and right, he continued running around on the battleground, breathing hard and looking haggard. But inwardly, he activated a vicious skill which he was quite confident would work very well at the moment.
[Mental Corruption]
"Ha Ha Ha. Is everything gone? Did your legendary item break a little? Or maybe a lot? Ha Ha Ha. I have spies everywhere, you Devereux dog. The men standing behind you have already given me all the details I need. They told me how to destroy the damn thing. You are screwed you orange boy. F.U.C.K.E.D. Do you understand? You stood no chance right from beginning. I was the one who lured you here! Think about it!"
Reynard froze. "What… what are you saying?"
