A glint of opportunity sparkled in Bruce's eyes as he contemplated the potential power harbored within the demonic relic. "The temple has harnessed such offerings to elevate their own to the brink of godhood. Imagine the power we could claim..."
He muttered almost to himself, "Why should the Sea God hoard such treasures when they could be mine?"
Cliff, ever the pragmatist, queried, "Master, what shall we do with these heads? Reporting them to the Plane Union Council would certainly ensure the downfall of any remaining temple forces."
With a snort of disdain, Bruce waved the suggestion aside. "The temple's elite are already vanquished; only their underlings remain. We need not trouble the council with such trivialities."