Dim light glimmered in the dark room, candle shadows swaying red.
The already-dim lantern nearly toppled in an instant.
But it only nearly did. Just as he'd sensed before, the flame was backed by a life force far more vigorous than the lantern itself.
Even after False God Incarnation had placed it in a state of peculiar dislocation, severing its connection to him, that bond had not entirely disappeared.
As a top expert in flesh and blood, he had retained a few percent of it, and even that was more than enough.
The result was that no matter how hard he blew, or how much he compressed the airflow, the flame continued to flicker without going out.
Fortunately, Fu Qian had a long breath.
Faced with such stubborn resistance, he didn't hesitate at all. He kept up his efforts, his breath perfectly steady.
"Are you insane?"
Of course, not everyone could keep their emotions in check.
His eyes nearly bulged with rage. Once he realized what Fu Qian was doing, Olyntel's voice rose to a shriek.
"If the flame goes out, you die! Are you even listening to me?"
Unable to hold back his feelings, Olyntel practically growled the words.
Clearly, despite all the plans he'd made for this meeting, he hadn't imagined anything like this.
Faced with a newly discovered fatal weakness, the man wasn't just failing to protect it—he was deliberately testing it himself.
It had nothing to do with Olyntel, yet the lantern's wavering flame still hit him like a heart attack.
"You think I'm trying to scare you? Don't you feel anything yourself—that special connection?"
Unfortunately, his desperate warning still got no response.
"You're trying to scare me?"
Olyntel was quick to react.
After a futile burst of shouting, his expression actually calmed a little.