"He's from a notable family, indeed, a total coward," someone remarked.
"That's called knowing the times," another responded.
After Kedaf had left, Ivan took out the sealed broken palm and began to examine it closely. Locke and the others consciously closed their mouths and spread out to keep guard, to prevent any unwelcome disturbances.
The more Ivan investigated the palm, the brighter his eyes shone; he gradually understood what the unique 'specialty' of the Nine-Color Pit was.
'The flesh is primarily composed of Fire-type, supplemented by Earth-type, followed by water and wind. Under the unusual rules of the Nine-Color Pit, they perfectly merge into one entity.'
'With such harmonious elemental powers, the creature itself has enough potential. No wonder that fellow could step into the Level 4 promotion stage and control a small portion of domain power.'
'Chairman Narnya was undeniably right; this place is a treasure trove.'
