The previous night, Ivan left the camp to meet someone.
"Yes. I want you to kill him. You're able to do it, right?" Ivan's expression was cold.
"If it's a frontal fight, I can probably do that. But it's going to be hard in the current situation… The least I can do is let the beast escape toward him."
"Then, at least bring a Tier 3 beast toward him. I want him dead!" Ivan gritted his teeth. He wanted to make sure Clovis died in this place.
"Alright." The man nodded, agreeing with him.
…
Ivan couldn't help but remember this conversation after listening to the report on the radio. Even if Clovis were quite strong, it would be impossible for him to fight against two Tier 3 beasts.
If these two beasts were still not enough, he would be so tired that he couldn't fight anymore.
