The middle-aged man never dreamed that a moment of arrogance would cost him his life.
Though he had managed to escape the giant parrot's onslaught, it was Joad's pale-blue fireball that ultimately sent him to the afterlife.
Even in death, his face remained frozen in disbelief.
He had never thought that a mere bluish fireball could pose any real threat.
But the moment it touched him, he realized how utterly wrong he had been—and just how absurdly wrong.
The seemingly frail young man before him was hiding a truly terrifying power.
Meanwhile, the giant parrot turned a cautious gaze toward Joad.
The two stared at each other, tense but unmoving.
Joad stood next to the corpse of the middle-aged man, silently watching the giant parrot.
He wasn't standing there out of respect or grief—he was guarding the body, wary that the dumb bird might try to eat it.
If that happened, all the loot would be gone, and that would truly be a loss.
