"Now, no one can beat my pace in growing stronger. Just watch, you will know why I am so sure," Mark said.
Reol'ran was energized by his words, but she still felt suspicious. If he wasn't arrogantly confident in his plans, he would have asked her opinion about it. Thus, he was confident and sure about what he was doing.
To outmaneuver the River of Destiny itself, just what was his plan?
Why did he need a sheep transformed to be similar to the Dungeon Demon for that plan?
As the demons ran at him from the distance, Mark remained in the distance, not opening his mouth no matter what they said. Instead, he secretly released that sheep-transformed princely youth into his hand and hid it from his enemies by keeping his fist folded.
He had shrunk the man into the size of a fly and that made hiding it easy. He couldn't shrink his own body by that much—it became harder to shrink beyond a level of size when he had so many molecules inside him.
Yet, he grinned inwardly.
