In the face of a great enemy, everyone must be careful.
Although Igor understood this, he lacked the power to change the situation. His Scale of Faith, though tilted, still didn't offer him the strength to rush forward.
The old woman only told stories, constantly telling Igor how to choose, how to judge. She never mentioned the most critical thing. Even now, she hadn't smiled and said, "Igor, go on! Don't be afraid! You're Igor, the one who never fears evildoers..."
This made Igor slightly confused.
Where should he go from here?
If he charged forward, it seemed he'd be overpowered. Yet, it was agonizing to just stand by and watch that fellow floating in mid-air, continuously gathering Spirit Power; he felt a surge of unwillingness...
This kind of contradiction was hard for him to accept. He desperately wanted to find a hole to crawl into and hide…
