Ibaan frowned, confused why the hell would Bain, the leader, say those words. Was he mental? Surely not.
But to his surprise, the leader didn't dare to look back at his palm—he never did. He met the cold red eyes of Ibaan, and Ibaan felt he shouldn't be wasting his time. The memory of that kid crying flashed in his mind; he needed to fight for those who were sacrificed and those who were about to be.
He clenched his fist.
"You think you could make me a fool with that evil eye of yours? I see, but that won't work on me, kid," Bain said coldly and confidently.
Ibaan didn't wait to respond. Summoning his divine sword, he charged at the enemy at a frightening speed.
Everything around him slowed down due to the unknown specialty of the mask.
He pierced the sword through Bain's mouth, passing through it and emerging from his back.
Ibaan's excitement grew, but at the same time, it was replaced by confusion, and his chest tightened.
