"I have to go."
On the fifteenth floor of the Silent Spiral, Igula, wrapped in bandages all over, heard these words from Black Crow, yet his face showed little surprise. Leaning half-lying on a carpet with his head of smooth golden hair tied back by Gwen, exposing a neck like white silk, his gorilla-like arms and wasp-waisted upper body bare, his lower half casually covered with a curtain, and his body full of wounds, he described himself as 'almost like a doll that's been played with to exhaustion but still has to entertain.'
Gwen was holding a small knife, scraping off the charred rotten flesh from Igula's body caused by the Thunder Water Arrow Rain, then using Water Therapy Technique Spirit to regenerate the flesh. She had to be very careful, as the Swindler could no longer afford to lose more blood; his face was as pale as paper, yet he remained composed in the face of this near lingering torture—Spirit Mages excel at cutting off their pain receptors.
