Beads of sweat appeared on the serpent's head, which was not easy for a cold-blooded animal. Deep down, he was unwilling to believe his own failure, but reason told him that the result of crossing paths with Lynch would be terrifying. Even in the best scenario, he would have to hold out until the end of the world to have a chance at victory. In other words, his ambition and plan, lost in the passage of time, would no longer have any possibility of realization.
"There must be other ways!" The serpent clenched his fists tightly, his whole body trembling uncontrollably due to the excessive exertion, and the skin in many areas had become pale. All the blood in his body began to gather towards his head, and his mind had never been as active as it was now.
"There must be other ways!" he shouted loudly, yet he was completely unaware that he was making any sound at all.
