There came a tense period of silence as the two giants of Abolish stared at each other.
Xuan wondered what the others were thinking. Darktide was still maintaining pan-rozum somehow, but he and Zeff were only observing. It did seem like the Monster had come to their aid. Even if it didn’t make any sense, they were probably hoping they wouldn’t have to fight him.
The air shuddered around Gohvis. “You think you can stop me?” Something about the way he said it made it feel like the whole room was shaking.
Ivan seemed nonplussed, however. “Of course I can stop you,” he said plainly. “But that is beside the point. We both know that I do not need to do anything. Unless, of course, you want to make that old man of yours very angry with you.”
“Why would he be angry? I am here on his order.”
Ivan broke for a laugh. “Who do you think you are talking to? Beyond doubt, I know that to be a lie.”
“Is that so?”
“It is. But there’s no need for this dance. Attack me and prove me wrong.”
The Monster made no response.
“As I thought,” said Ivan, looking quite pleased with himself. “Now, why don’t you explain why you apparently care so much about the fate of these people?”
Gohvis did no such thing.
“I’m not unreasonable,” Ivan went on. “If it’s a good explanation, I might let you have them.”
Still, he remained silent.
Ivan nodded and stepped toward Darktide, whose vague mass rose to face him, launching a flurry of frozen javelins.
The Salesman waved his hand, and a translucent wave of blue knocked them aside, along with Darktide himself. Mercury splattered against the wall, and Melchor and Orric melted out separately, finally down for the count.