"That's right, it's you, Detective."
"But..."
"There's 1 minute and 40 seconds left."
Dr. Schneider reminded him.
Shard pursed his lips and asked quickly:
"Are you sure that after I pull out the sword, you'll still be able to handle the Flame Demon? I don't want to release another Flame Demon on Sicarl Mountain for the sake of a Relic. Only God knows the problems Midshire Fort at the mountain's base is facing. We don't need demons to add interest to the story here."
"Don't worry, that sword's damage to the demon is beyond my imagination, although I haven't recognized the sword's origin yet. But I am sure that a Flame Demon that has been sealed for hundreds of years is definitely in a weakened state."
Although Dr. Schneider had been forced to flee by the sword just now, he still looked very confident.
"A little over a minute left... oh, alright then. I pull the sword, and you take care of swallowing the Flame Demon, then immediately jump through the portal."
"No problem."
