Beads of sweat rolled down from his forehead.
Digdit's eyes carried a hint of confusion. This situation happened over and over again, even the dullest person would have become somewhat alert.
He was unsure if the Spirit Essence he invested was insufficient, or if the Divine Skill "Control" inherently had its limits.
Looking at the gigantic creature beneath his feet, he felt a subtle sense of awe.
"Can I really conquer you?" he murmured.
It is the cold wind that sweeps through the world,
the obsidian crystal stone on snow-capped peaks.
The black torrent in winter,
the forbidding night sky of killing frost.
It can be temporarily subdued, yet it possesses eternal freedom.
"No, it shouldn't be like this! It must be that the Spirit Essence invested is not enough!"
"As long as I destroy a few more cities and invest more Spirit Essence, it will surely submit to me!" Red light flashed from Digdit's eyes as he strengthened his resolve.
