Ibaan was worried that the filthy creature was far stronger than him. He couldn't face it head-on. If he did, he would go through the same horror again, and this time he felt even the protection of Saint Sanity might not save him.
So how could he defeat it?
The answer was simple… and a bit absurd.
Since the creature's speed was impossible to follow, he had to fight with calm and sharp timing. He kept all his senses focused on its movements, watching and analysing every small twitch. If the creature truly rushed at him, he knew he stood no chance—
but what if he still had one tiny chance?
Yes, that's right.
He had a plan. If he shifted from this branch to the branch of the next tree right when the creature vanished to attack, then it would strike nothing but empty air.
Though saying it was easy… doing it was not.
But he had no other choice.
There was nothing else he could rely on.
