"Damn it, that guy was ruthless. He separated a strand of his own soul to stop your attack."
While Ian was looking at Carl's disappearing figure in the distance, Ignysyl appeared on his shoulder, complaining about why his spectral vision didn't perfectly work on Ruther.
And as if he was afraid that Ian might think he was useless, he added a few more words,
"Although that guy escaped, he is still seriously injured. Soul injury is no joke, and in his case, he lost an entire fragment of it to stop your attack."
"Then why didn't you stop him from teleporting?"
Ian rolled his eyes at Ignysyl and pointed at Carl's figure, which was already blurred into the background.
"Uhum... Cough... Cough!"
Ignysyl was about to say something again when he heard Ian's question, causing him to cough awkwardly to ease his embarrassment.
