Dantanian deeply sighed while looking at the fishing rod in his hand.
Despite doing his best to divert his attention, he couldn't help but pull himself in a spiral of anxiety.
It had been a week since he encountered Zaphiel and his army, but the moment of weakness from that time occupied his mind.
He'd always been confident about moving across the land unhindered, so the enemy's success in restricting his prided ability struck him.
The idea of being immobilized when he least expected it weighed on his mind. In fact, he even had the strong urge to simply dump the keys somewhere and hide. That way, he would no longer have to face Zaphiel and his army.
"Zion, this is driving me crazy," Dantanian complained. "Can I just throw these keys somewhere and escape in the opposite direction?"
"You can."
"Huh? I can?"
"Yes, you can."
The Fiend of Many Faces blinked because he thought that he had misheard the teenage boy's words.
"Can you repeat that please?" Dantanian asked.
