Santa stomped his feet in frustration, lamenting, "What a dreadful waste!"
"This was once a Tire-8 Corpse King, its body was prime Treasure Material. How could it just get blown to pieces? If it was left to me, I could have made a Puppet of tire-7 tier or even higher."
While complaining, he spread out his hands as the Spirit Fire intensely spread out, creating a wall that caged the Corpse Insects in front of him while warning Abner Lane and Owen Betram, "Do not get near!"
I'll personally take care of this Ghostly Ted. You can't waste it anymore.
Master Lane snorted in discontent, and Owen Betram was just putting on a show. He didn't want to leave the incredibly secure stone peak at all.
Just as Master Bertram was about to enjoy the performance, his heart skipped a beat as if something big was about to happen!