No, his assessment of Hill's abilities seemed to have been wrong!
That fellow was definitely more than just a level-30 mage.
Even when both were suppressed to level 16, the stronger being would surely have ways to deal with the weaker one... their energy could not possibly be equally pure!
It was precisely because Ivan had figured this out that he had decided to side with Gaia.
How could Hill, who was not even a hundred years old, compare to Gaia, who had lived for hundreds of thousands of years?
Damn it, how could he have known that Gaia had less to show for those hundreds of thousands of years than a dog would?
Ivan turned to look around anxiously, but Paintbrush, whom he was searching for, clearly had not entered his passage... she had probably gone with that bunch of annoying people because she did not want to spend any more time with the princess of Damboro.
Although those people were willing to cooperate with Eden's side, their attitude was deeply unpleasant.
Ivan truly loathed those looks that said, "If Paintbrush hadn't taken a fancy to you, who would want to hang around useless trash like you?"
His dear Paintbrush had probably noticed the discord between the two sides as well, which was why she generally kept them apart.
If he had not genuinely needed their ability to lead the charge and fight, Ivan felt certain he would never have tolerated them this much!
Yet in the end, the ones who could open the mine's gates and smash through its rock walls were... sigh, he still had to rely on them.
If they had not lost so many people in the battle to enter the mine, if their fighting strength had remained intact, Ivan would never have clashed directly