"So, what are you waiting for?"
Ash let go of the steering wheel, letting his hands fall weakly. He was exhausted too. While he tortured Amilo countless times, Amilo also broke all his bones piece by piece. Several ribs had already punctured his lung, and after enduring the cold rain and hail for so long, even his blood was cold, ready to tilt his head and rest forever at any moment.
If Tamasi hadn't taught him those inhuman skills that only Monsters could master, he wouldn't have been able to hold on until now. So he was very grateful to have met the Black Crow of Death, not only because she taught him those techniques but also because she showed Ash that when faced with Fate, the weak don't just have to escape and endure; they can also defy all the world's judgments like Monsters.
When a Mage loses all Miracles, he has no choice but to become a Monster with icy blood.
But Monsters do not rest quietly, only to roar and die on the path of charge.
