Thanks to being blown away like a rag doll, Ivan regained some clarity in his thoughts. He wondered why he didn't pull out his S-rank sword the instant his switchaxe failed to rebound. Not only had he regained clarity of mind, he also regained some confidence. He felt inspired to help his team evade the monsters' pursuit.
"Laughable" was the word to qualify Ivan's positive belief, given that the monsters could move at speeds that they, the adventurers, could not perceive.
Ivan's hand swiftly reached forward, grabbing onto something hidden in the void. With the same pace, he pulled forth Black Riot, his most valued possession.
Instantly, time around him froze. He gazed around, confused by the development. He worried if he was still alive.
"Ah, there you are. You took your time to arrive at this point," a familiar, magnetic, deep voice spoke to Ivan.
"It can't be. Merlin_13?" Ivan muttered as he turned around to face the person who spoke to him.
