"Live by my word."
Haesha's eyelids trembled at the words, her eyes regaining its lustre. She stared at his face, taking in his expression of confidence, his stable breathing, and his solid presence. Seeing his being, a word echoed in her mind, greatly renewing her confidence in him, further elevating the value of his words.
A pillar!
On noticing that Haesha wasn't in a state of despair, he sighed, judging that the news of Madam Mila's injury was an emotional blow for her. He spoke with a resolute tone, "In this world, strength is absolute but, you can also say strength is never absolute."
He showcased his fists, "Suppose I possessed peerless attack power, capable of wounding any Frenzy Beast. But I end up in a situation where I have to defend people precious to me, forcing me to passively defend, unable to launch any attacks in fear of implicating the people I wish to protect. In this case, I am pitting my weakness against my opponent's strengths."
