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“That old fool!” Chief Priest Kaka gnarled in rage when he saw Asherah clutching onto Old Fan’s corpse. The golden goose he had been hoping to reap many benefits from had died to a mere Wind Demon of Asherah’s calibre. There was no pain and remorse seeing the death of a lifelong friend. All Chief Priest Kaka felt was anger and disappointment. Anger that Old Fan had died earlier than he thought he would, and disappointment that he hadn’t died to the great general or to the king, but to a mere Wind Demon whose only redeeming factor was the king’s interest in her. His sentiments meant that he had no idea what Asherah’s secret was; for if he had known she was an Asura, his greed for her would have gone beyond anything else, and he would have accepted Old Fan’s death as the work of a powerful being.

“Get away from him,” Chief Priest Kaka gnashed his teeth as he moved towards Asherah’s position. If Old Fan was dead and could not be made use of as a living being, then Chief Priest Kaka would