Of course, Brandon had known the entire time. The moment he had met Ivan, a sense of recognition had washed over him.
It was for that reason, why Brandon had barely interacted with him.
Most probably, he was instructed to keep a close eye on Belle, and allow the circumstances to flow naturally.
Circumstances regarding Belle's death.
He was strong. He should've been able to hold the Wraith back for a bit, just enough for Belle and the rest of the Imperial Army to retreat safely.
However, he pretended to freeze and allowed the Wraith to kill Belle.
"P-Primordials? The hell are you—"
"I have it here."
Brandon held up a recording device.
"Ciel's last words before she—"
Tzz—
At that moment, bolts of electricity surged within Ivan, and he disappeared from Brandon's peripheral vision, his fist appearing before him.
