Fang Hong realized the combat had already failed.
Bloodied, he still gritted his teeth and crawled up from the ground.
The young scholar still hadn't convinced Atira; he raised his head, looked at the step, and couldn't help but take two steps back.
If not for his own reasons, the Dragon's Scripture wouldn't have been deciphered, and without it, so many things today wouldn't have happened. He watched all this happen helplessly; though scholars possess vast knowledge, knowledge doesn't aid in combat.
The Wanderer looked at Fang Hong and raised his right hand.
"You can't kill him, Mr. Alte," Eve pleaded tearfully, "You promised me."
The Wanderer hesitated for a moment before lowering his hand again.
Fang Hong glanced at Eve, then at the Wanderer. Due to blood loss, he felt a wave of dizziness. But he still had one chance; he still hadn't summoned the Sword Bearer, transformed into a Fire Giant, which he hadn't used since the battle with Fenris due to its uniqueness.
