Behind Estev's terrifying smile, one half of his body dripped with blood.
Despite losing his left arm, he still stood firm, his right hand tightly gripping the Smoke he controlled. The Smoke now bound the Soul Puppet securely, giving it no room to breathe.
The dripping blood quickly stained the ground red, like an aloof, proud rose blooming with solitary defiance upon a desolate plain.
What indomitable spirit! What astounding courage! What unyielding determination!
For his promise, Estev was willing to sacrifice an arm. To protect the secret of this mountain, he was willing to sacrifice his entire self!
This is a man worthy of respect!
Milo couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration. He thought Estev was someone worth befriending—reliable, true to his word, a truly trustworthy partner.
