Standing across from them, Eoryun looked like he was about to march to his doom, practically broadcasting a vibe that said: "Do whatever the hell you want."
"Oh-ho," Illiya said in surprise. "I thought Eoryun would unleash some amazing ultimate technique and give those brutes a good beating."
"Even though Eoryun's body is having some issues, he still has a solid foundation. No matter what, he's a certified mage."
Darius burst out laughing. "What are you thinking? Eoryun just isn't that kind of person. He has no awareness of the fact that he's a mage. Any other mage would've tossed a few spells by now and ended it. But him? He's out here bending over backward trying to explain himself. I bet he's mentally screaming for us to come save him right now."
The image of hot blooded youth Eoryun that Illiya had in his mind shattered instantly.
He sighed helplessly.
Illiya, having thought all this through, suddenly raised his voice and declared, "He's telling the truth."
