Enguima glared angrily at his two allies, muttering that it wasn't worth it.
He was a devil with dreams, aspiring to be one of the Seven Deadly Sins. He allied with Setoras and Martia because they shared the same ideals, and together swore on Martia's chest to pull a Great Demon King off his pedestal.
It now seemed he had overestimated his two allies, who were too timid to accomplish great deeds.
"Harmony is precious" or "Money can avert disaster"—clearly, it's just cowardice.
"I warn you, he's really strong. If we don't take him out today, he'll be riding over us in the future. This is the best opportunity." Enguima said through gritted teeth.
It made a lot of sense, but Setoras and Martia both had their own plans. Keeping a tacit distance from Enguima, their small boat of friendship rocked unsteadily in the storm.