Date- 18 April 2321
Ti- 22:56
Location- Card World, Southern Region, Blossom District, Sky Blossom City, Celestial Mystic Dinsion
Ransom was not surprised that he was not able to use his unique eyes to read Wyatt's soul because it had happened before too. He had co across many individuals on whom his unique eyes did not work. All of these people were extraordinary individuals. His uncle the Southern Ruler, his mother, his daughter Luna, his unrequited love: the City lord Malvin, his cousin Southern Princess, etc were a few of them. He believed these people had stronger souls than average people so he could not use his unique eyes to read their souls. Fortunately, his wife wasn't one of them otherwise he would never have realized that she genuinely loved him and instead have ended up pushing her away thinking she was just with him for his status. He was a lucky person to get such a loving wife but unfortunately, his heart longed for the Ex-General and current Border City City Lord. The heart wants what it wants but he never wronged his loving wife. However, lately, it was getting difficult for him to do so with her twisted demands in the bedroom. Anyhow, even though he was unable to read Wyatt's soul with his unique eyes, he's eyes were able to observe his micro-expressions and speculate his current state of mind and emotional state. With his years of experience in using his unique eyes to see through people, Ransom strongly believed his speculations were right. Right now his years of experience told them that Wyatt had the situation under control. His observation yelled at him that even though Wyatt was being outnumbered by the undead golems and their deadly toxic mist was smothering his flas, he knew what he was doing, had a ga plan in place, and was confident about turning the tides of the battle. Seeing that Wyatt did not appear to need any external help Ransom who was planning to make his entry in the nick of ti and rescue Wyatt to make him eternally grateful to him knew this was not the ti for him to make his entry. Once whatever ace Wyatt was hiding up his sleeves failed and despaired, he would go to his rescue and beco his benefactor earning Wyatt's genuine gratitude. While Ransom was engaged in his fantasies Henrick glared at him and clicked his tongue in annoyance. Without his origin card, Ransom was a troubleso enemy to deal with for Hernicks that too in close quarters. So, he really hoped that Wyatt had a hidden trump card to turn the tides as Ransom speculated. Otherwise, by that ti it would be too late for any of them to do sothing. Ransom ignored Henricks's glare and continued to focus on Wyatt, this ti however he did not do it to find the perfect mont to rescue Wyatt but he did so because he was curious about what gave Wyatt the confidence that even when facing two and a half dozen undead golems he would still manage to co out on top. By now everyone knew Wyatt was full of tricks, over ti he had managed to make many miraculous cobacks. Wyatt faking his death to fool his opponents was one of them. Therefore, Ransom was wondering how Wyatt planned to deal with his one. Even if Wyatt did not manage to win the battle, he would consider it as Wyatt's win if he managed to survive facing two and a half dozen undead golems. Right now Ransom was like an interested viewer sticking their eyes to the television to see how the protagonist would survive the near-impossible situation. With the kind of unique eyes Ransom had, it wasn't surprising that he had developed so unique fetishes related to it. Ransom would not admit this but the feeling of observing people from afar and reading their thoughts and emotions as they tried to overco the adversaries in their lives made him feel like an omnipotent being that stood above all. However, he would never step up to help them and be satisfied from watching them from afar regardless of whether they overca their adversaries. His thought process was simple, 'If you ever co across an ant struggling to carry a grain of sugar to its hole, would you help it? Even though seeing their persistence is amusing, you would not.'
Seeing Wyatt face nearly two and a half dozen undead golems all alone was now bringing out his old fetishes. Ransom was so stoked and excited right now, if not for Henricks being next to him, only he knows how he would have relieved his excitent.
Hernicks who was ti and again glaring at Ransom noticed the latter's change in emotion and ntal state with his intent sense. Ransom was skilled in hiding his emotions but Henricks too was not to be underestimated. Henricks did not doubt Ransom's intentions, instead, he felt that the latter was excited because he knew sothing he did not know. So, he could not help but wonder if Wyatt still had the capital to change the tide of the battle and co out on top. Therefore, he too focused all his attention on Wyatt. 'It seems this going to be a battle of iteration,' Wyatt thought as he watched the undead golems co together and imprison him in a toxic mist orb, which slowly grew smaller while smothering his flas. At this rate in another ten seconds, the undead's mist would fully extinguish his flas and whip out his fla-energy body.
However, Wyatt did not give up and was still very optimistic about his situation just like how Ransom speculated. Though Ransom thought Wyatt had an ace up his sleeve that was not the case. Wyatt was confident in his abilities. He believed they would help him buy the ti he needed and even if they failed him he would still manage to survive no matter what. Hence, his confidence and indifference while facing the undead demigods that Ransom read through his unique eyes.ViiSi
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