Although the atmosphere was neither cordial nor harmonious, and one of them even seemed openly hostile, the two had at least reached a preliminary agreement to cooperate.
After they had settled things, White fell silent. Brando had no choice but to take the initiative and ask, "Miss Tiamat, since we've reached an agreement, can you tell me the details of our cooperation? What exactly is this place, how am I supposed to help you, and what is it that you want?"
White's answer to this string of questions was extremely simple: "There's no need."
She paused before adding:
"Resolve your own problems first. Only then will you be qualified to discuss what comes next. It took considerable effort to wake you up."
"But in fact, I still don't really understand what state I'm in, Miss Tiamat." Although Brando had spoken with White for quite some time, his condition had not actually improved. The world around him was still pitch-black, and he still couldn't sense the passage of time or the existence of space. In fact, he couldn't even feel the existence of his own body.
Before White appeared, he couldn't even confirm whether he was alive or dead. Judging from the clues in his memories, he should have been dead. At the time, Unyielding Talent had already passed more than half of its duration. He didn't know how long he had been unconscious, but even if it hadn't been long, he should have been buried beneath the glacier.
Although Unyielding Talent was practically equivalent to invincibility while it lasted, if the health he had lost wasn't restored before its duration ended, he would still die.
White had personally said that she hadn't saved him, so Brando couldn't think of any reason he could have survived.
Unless this place was like