He had to think clearly, and he could no longer make any reckless moves.
The Alchemist was careful, certain that this would bring him good fortune, although he didn't know what that fortune would entail.
But it was better than everything being in vain...
This final composure and clear logic allowed him to recognize the situation and maintain the last of his rational ability.
As long as he could understand the opponent's intentions, he would surely find a way to survive.
He tried to use rational analysis to find a possibility for survival.
What exactly was it? He needed to think carefully; it shouldn't be that hard, so why couldn't he figure it out?
Time was passing by every second, and with each passing second, this seemingly ruthless person was losing patience.
Although he didn't know when his patience would run out, nor did he know what would be the best outcome,
since he had already started to act, any other actions were no longer necessary.
