Iwan looked up after reaching the middle of the crater.
The pressure from the foot stomp had blown away Barbero, separating him from Iwan while Iwan wasn't hurt at all.
"How did he do that?"
Iwan mumbled, wondering about the power of the old demon, which seemed immeasurable to him. But, only for now.
"So, how does it feel to see the place where you will be buried soon?"
"It must feel special for a nobody to be buried by my esteemed self."
The old demon questioned Iwan and also answered for him at the same time.
"Just like the last time, it looks like I won't get a chance to talk to you."
Iwan told the old demon. He didn't even want to answer his question since he didn't mind standing on the buried people even if it was true.
"I don't know the people buried here or there."
Iwan pointed behind the old demon at the vast wasteland with a nonchalant look.
