Igor complained while running, why couldn't Nonoa just take care of the fire as well?
Yet Nonoa said nothing, sitting cross-legged on the ground. After cutting off the flame, the flying stones no longer attacked him, and no new flames emerged. Now Nonoa seemed far too comfortable!
This made Igor extremely dissatisfied; he's new here, can't Nonoa lend him a hand?
No, he needs to find a way to make him help.
Igor had now completely adjusted to this running rhythm. Although a bit tired, as long as the flames didn't touch him, it was fine.
Now he had the leisure to think of countermeasures, unlike at the beginning when he didn't know what to do, just running aimlessly about. Although still somewhat aimless now, he's clearly controlling the pace!
Anyway, now Igor could ensure he wasn't burned by the flames, but he couldn't stop them from chasing him, which was awkward.
Igor kept running, the flames kept chasing, and occasionally stones flew by, and flames sprouted...
