The gray-white sky was disintegrating overhead, like oats dissolving into milk. Brand stood in the middle of the plain, looking at the corpse of the Deputy Commander of the Flame Temple Knights. The black flames on his body were gradually fading, like black butterflies fluttering away.
"How was it?" Otarais suddenly asked.
"That was close." Brand exhaled lightly. The final confrontation with Williams made him deeply feel the true strength gap of powerful individuals. Even at the final moment, if Williams hadn't fought back, he wouldn't have been able to break through the Deputy Commander's defenses without unleashing the Fool's Fervor talent attack.
In the end, he had to rely on his own strength to save his life. Anyway, the lucky thing was, he won, and that was enough.
He paused for a moment.
Brand suddenly asked, "Lord Otarais, you knew all along that Trisman's deck also had flaws, didn't you?"
