"Don't you hate darkness?"
"That's because you've never experienced the terror of darkness!"
"In darkness, not only will you lose your sight, but fear will also take root!"
"And fear?"
"Will greatly diminish your strength!"
"And that is merely ordinary darkness!"
"As for the darkness before you?"
"It is a power you have never experienced!"
Soyedek laughed.
He utterly disagreed with Qin Ran's words. It could even be said that he held them in complete contempt—a sense of superiority that arose naturally when one stood by a well and looked down at a frog at its bottom.
That superiority came from victory after victory.
First Crow.
White Wolf.
They had all been defeated by his hand.
There were also those unknown figures, each one capable of facing an army alone.
The bones of countless enemies had forged Soyedek's confidence.
Just as he believed he would ultimately succeed.
He believed he could defeat Qin Ran with ease.
In fact, if possible, Soyedek would not have minded taking more time and using crueler methods to torment the target before him.
But at the thought of his objective, Soyedek could not help sighing.
"Be grateful for your luck."
"Otherwise, you would come to doubt your entire life."
"Or rather..."
"Have you already started doubting?"
"Have you noticed that your flames can no longer burn?"
"Have you noticed that you can no longer use your werewolf claws?"
"Believe me, you are not the first to panic like this."
"Of course, you will not be the last!"
Amid those malicious taunts, Soyedek's laughter grew ever sharper and more grating. Standing in the darkness, he seemed like a king born from the shadows, wanton and arrogant.
Qin Ran did not answer.
First, under normal circumstances, he was not in the habit of answering an opponent's questions.