Flying Eagle spoke leisurely, eyes fixed on the octopus spirit's reaction, but he held little hope in his heart.
He was even prepared for mockery, as such words seemed absurd and powerless in this life-and-death moment.
But then, the octopus fell silent.
The tentacles that were wildly thrashing about began to slowly retract, plunging the entire space into an eerie silence.
Flying Eagle noticed its movements and his body stiffened.
He couldn't believe his eyes, filled with doubt and shock. Could this name really hold such immense power?
At this moment, the octopus spirit's countless eyes shimmered with complex lights, as if pondering something.
Flying Eagle nervously swallowed, body taut, ready to deal with any possible changes.
Time seemed to freeze, each second dragging on endlessly.
Flying Eagle's heartbeat was exceptionally clear in the silence, and his breaths became hurried.
