Revival I

"I have my ways," Brando replied. Naturally, he would not casually reveal a secret like Flowing Hand. The only thing that posed any threat from this giant bug, its petrifying mist, had already been sealed off. It could not match him in strength, and the Fanaticism Talent still had plenty of time left. Holding out for fifteen minutes would be no problem at all. He was even starting to feel fortunate that the battlefield was not on the ground. Skills like Frostfang Tooth's ground-shaking and rolling were completely unusable beneath the ice. Otherwise, he would not have needed to struggle—he could simply have waited to die.

Noticing that Anlek was still uneasy, he added, "Don't worry. If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it already. The crimes you committed in Ambersell are enough to get you killed ten thousand times. But since I didn't kill you just now, I won't do anything to you for the time being—not until I figure out how to get your Ring of the Encircling Serpent." This was an open secret between them, and Brando simply stated it outright. Anlek gave a cold laugh but did not reply. Brando knew the man was clearly unwilling to accept his fate and was also looking for a way to escape.

After hearing that, Anlek finally settled down somewhat. At least Brando no longer had to worry that the man would suddenly decide to drag him down in a mutual death.

The time that followed was nothing but a dull stalemate. Anlek thickened the ice layer again and again, while Ice Wall Spell nearly formed a huge lump of ice in Frostfang Tooth's throat. Fortunately, the creature did not breathe with its lungs, or it might have become the first boss to die of suffocation.