บท 128: Scared, aren't you?

"Who am I?"

Ian asked with a smile on his face. 

"Does that even matter?"

To you, who are here only to suck us dry, does the name of a victim matter?

"Of course, it does. Don't you know your worth? Hasn't anyone ever told you how unique you are?"

Of course, he was told enough about how unique and special he was. This person right here was one of those who always reminded Ian of that fact. 

"Sickening bastard."

"Heh!"

It seemed the man had finally stopped his assault. Looking at the state of the tunnel, it wasn't a wonder. Molten, cracked, crushed. The place could collapse at any second.

"Hmm? Are you probably injured? You pant way too much!"

In contrast to Ian's burnt and tattered state, his opponent looked completely fine, not even scratched. Not even a speck of dust had landed on his smooth hair. 

"Or did you probably run out of Aether?"

The man was full of himself. He had all the right to be.