"Do you think you even understand the power you've been dealing with?" Clyde asked.
Asmodeus blinked. The truth was, he didn't fully comprehend what that power was. But he knew one thing—it was strong. And that was all that mattered to him.
"I don't care. I want that power," Asmodeus replied bluntly, making it clear that nothing Clyde said would change his mind.
Clyde shook his head, as if looking at a stubborn child—troublesome and annoying.
"Stop underestimating me, human. Do you even know what that power is? A mere human like you?" Asmodeus said, his tone sharp, his anger flaring once more.
"Oh, I know exactly what that power is," Clyde replied, his voice unwavering. "More than you do. In fact, that power is far beyond even you."
Asmodeus narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing Clyde carefully. His words carried absolute certainty, and his expression was calm. He wasn't joking. And really, what reason would he have to lie?