“Sir, how much longer will it take?”
The fearful voice came from a man who had been walking back and forth inside the room for several laps. Many of them couldn’t sit still right now, considering that they could see a giant tree towering over them not too far away every time they looked up. In fact, it was a tree that had just grown a mere minutes ago. Its branches continued growing endlessly until they almost enveloped everything around it. Had Enigma’s cursed chains not restrained its power, this tree would have taken over the whole continent.
That anxiety-filled question was directed toward a tall man in black who was sitting with his legs crossed on a wooden chair. He wiggled his foot while happily reading a pocketbook. His brown eyes only raised slightly to meet the gaze of the other party. Then, he chuckled.
“Don’t worry. It’ll be over soon. That little dragon won’t be able to hold on for too much longer.”
Mikhail Kolarov replied nonchalantly before returning to his book.