Although Gryme refused to yield, Vaan took no further action against the dragon. After all, there was no need.
His opponent had been incapacitated and unable to continue fighting; his victory was conclusive.
Gryme had inhaled a substantial amount of mercury and various other toxic metals. His condition would only worsen with time.
Of course, Gryme could use magic to cure himself, but only when he was in the right state of mind.
In his current state of mercury madness, he couldn't think straight or move according to his will, let alone use magic.
Nevertheless, Vaan was curious about whether the effects of toxic metals would persist even after the end of the transmutation period or not.
"You would rather die than yield? Do you think your death is worth it?" Vaan coolly asked before saying, "Your hatred has exceeded mere discrimination against my race. However, I don't remember doing anything to incur such hatred from you. So what the hell is your problem?"
