"This is a good start..."
Ronan caught a glimpse of terror flashing in the eyes of the Ice Crystal Demon Snake.
Having fear is a good thing.
Fear accumulating little by little, until it surpasses its innate rebelliousness and arrogance, that would be the day Ronan truly tames it.
In a sense, signing the "Bosilina's betting agreement" is a good thing for both Ronan and the Ice Crystal Demon Snake.
Ronan has always been chased by something from behind, never slackening his forward stride, while the Ice Crystal Demon Snake always has a goal to catch up to and surpass, its growth speed significantly exceeding that of its kin.
"Unfortunately, you did not seize this opportunity..."
Ronan approached the Ice Crystal Demon Snake, stretching out his hand towards its damaged wound. Thin, sharp metal wires shot out from his fingertips, deeply piercing into the flesh and blood of the Ice Crystal Demon Snake.
"The next time I give you a chance to challenge, it won't be as easy...
