On the damaged floor of the prison lay a man with his face, hair, and goatee covered in blood.
Cough!
Blood!
"Well, that's a shame. It was fun at first, monotonous in the middle, and fun to see you defeated, but since it didn't last long, I feel empty. Ha ha ha. To think you were so weak." Said the False Edmund, looking down on Ivan with contempt.
Sigh!
The False Edmund kicks Ivan in the side and throws him against one of the walls.
Bang!
The walls are slightly cracked.
Ivan, sitting on the floor with the cracked wall behind him, looks at his enemy, but doesn't say a word.
"You're quite brave. A true warrior. I'll do you a favor and stop playing with you. Ha ha ha. I'll just rip your head off with one blow," said Fake Edmund.
As False Edmund walked toward Ivan, a magical crystal of communication emerged from a magical ring worn by Ivan and began to glow.
"Stop!"
