"Good. Now disappear from my sight, worm." Jorl threw the wheezing Jormungandr on the ground and Orpal Warped him hundreds of kilometers away, where Akhton the Bastet was waiting for their latest recruit.
"Don't think I didn't enjoy the show, but why did you do that?" The Dead King asked.
"Why did I do what? Kick his ass? Man, you're even dumber than you look, which is a lot." Jorl sneered.
"No, why did you say I'm stronger than you? Why did you praise me like that when we both know you don't believe a word you said?"
"I stand corrected." The Storm Griffon nodded. "You are less dumb than you look, but not by much."
People assumed Jorl was young due to his deep violet core, but he was over one thousand years old. He had been stuck at the bright blue until he accepted Orpal's offer, but not because he had spent his time idly.
