Ivocraes (2)

"Relax, Toto."

His eyes bored into Otto's.

"I'm not your enemy."

A smirk seemed to be glued to his face.

Somehow, Otto got the feeling that even if the entire planet crumbled, Ivocraes still wouldn't lose his smirk.

Otto narrowed his eyes.

He couldn't feel a single hint of pressure from Ivocraes.

No powerful mana waves rolling off of him, not even the scent of the death element hidden in his mana veins.

"Were you the one who reanimated his corpse?"

If so, how could Ivocraes, a Throskart, use a dark element spell?

As far as he knew, there was no such mutation among the Throskarts.

Was it perhaps unique to the purple robes, related to how they were able to stay in power for such an extended time?

Otto pondered.

But the woman he'd met on the first floor hadn't used any spells with elements.