Mr. Blood Garb stared at Aiden, indeed surprised that his opponent had kept a resurrection ace up his sleeve, but in the struggle, he had snatched away the other's trump card.
Without The Wordless Code, this guy was hardly scary at all. Resurrection was meaningless, and he could kill the other again at any time with his Blade of Vengeance.
But the more he looked at the man before him, the more he felt that confident feeling of a sure victory slipping away.
Aiden remained calm and collected. Bluffing was pointless under these circumstances, and Mr. Blood Garb couldn't tell if this was the other man's last bit of dignity before death, or if he really had another card to play.
"Why do you think you have won?" Mr. Blood Garb asked.
As the antagonist in the Script of the Goddess of Conspiracy, he shouldn't have wasted words with his opponent, and should've simply stabbed the other with his Blade of Vengeance, ending it all—the power of resurrection didn't seem infinite.
