Wager With The Beast

Beasts of all kinds that had been chasing Astaroth started arriving where he was. Strangely, they all stopped running at him when they saw the man before him.

Astaroth even saw some of them lower their heads in submission. He was half expecting them to keep dashing at him madly, but apparently, they had enough brain cells to realize when to simmer down.

Astaroth could see the blue dots of his allies at the edge of his minimap. They were just a bit behind the last row of red dots.

He doubted they could push through to him in time to help, so he would have to deal with this on his own. Unless he could force the boss to let them rejoin.

A glimpse of a plan brushed his mind.

'Would it work? Won't know until I try…'

Astaroth smiled smugly.

"So I take it you're the strongest one around."

The beast-man looked at him before puffing out his chest.

"Isn't that obvious?!"

Astaroth's smile widened.

'Good. He's prideful.'