Igor thought, since it's like this, he might as well put on a bit of a show. Perhaps he could achieve some unexpected results.
So Igor continued to showcase his authority; he wanted Brava to drown in this unknown fear.
Igor cleared his throat gently: "You've had enough time. My patience has reached its limit!"
"No, please, don't, I know I haven't done well enough, but please don't abandon me!" Brava was obviously more agitated than before.
"I can't decide that!" Igor continued to act arrogantly; right now, his identity was that of the Soul Devourer sent by an unknown enemy to replace this Brava.
"You can decide; you can decide, as long as you don't retaliate, it'll be fine!" Brava's oil-painted face showed a look of anticipation, one nearly begging, almost willing to kneel and kowtow to Igor.
"You're so selfish!" Igor said sharply, trying to establish his high and mighty position, to make Brava completely believe he was the one here to replace him.
