“That’s quite low of you, Maximo. Playing with your enemy is a bad habit. Please, be quick of whatever you want to do.”
“I know, I know.” He replied. “I’m wrapping this up.” Maximo nodded in acknowledgment.
“What is he doing exactly?” Alastor asked quietly, his voice is laden with dread. He’s losing confidence in the member of the so-called 10 rooks. He just noticed by now that Dorian is eating a lump of dried meat. His cheeks are red from churning.
“Every monster has its own limit, even this one, and its abilities. Exuding efforts is the problem here, it takes a rigid warrior to stand against the monster. But for Maximo, it wouldn’t be a problem if he’s kindly inclined to seriously take it down. Just like spells, the monster’s regeneration ability rooted in its prowess, in short, the a
