"Resistors?" Igor was very interested in this term. He had successfully enraged Nonoa, and now he knew he was about to hear a new story.
As for whether this story had anything to do with Tobin, Igor didn't really care. He felt that since Tobin had stayed in this Border Realm and never left, it probably had some connection to this story. What's more, in Nonoa's words, Tobin was a kind of fire seed.
Fire seed—that was something where hope resided. Only hope would be described as a fire seed.
Igor kept running as he listened. This Border Realm was strange, but many parts of it were connected to the things he'd encountered before.
Even though the thread was still a bit blurry right now, it would gradually become clear. Whether his own judgment was right or wrong, it would show itself in the end.
"Yes, we are Resistors, Resistors of this Border Realm."
"What are you resisting?"
"Soul Devourers!"
