The girl was staring at the position Tarkan had been sitting on, murder in her eyes.
Tarkan, who was frustrated by the reduction in his timer, jumped down from the tree, his mood sour.
"Don't even try to run. I assure you, you wouldn't be able to leave here in one piece," the girl said, pointing her sword directly at Tarkan's position.
Tarkan raised his brow, his eyes looking at her as if she was a moron.
"As much as I would like to chat with you," Tarkan said in an unbothered tone, his mood already foul from losing so much timer and gaining nothing in return.
When he had comprehended the Cassian's talent, he wasn't in the best state to calculate how much timer he'd consumed to comprehend his A-rank talent.
All he cared about at that moment was finding a way to survive the ordeal.
The girl stared at Tarkan in a battle-ready stance. She could only see his eyes behind the mask, eyes that stared at her as if she was a clown, which greatly infuriated her.
