Even those in the judging seats began whispering among themselves, their gazes turning toward the wizard-level judges presiding over the match, hoping they could deliver a verdict.
The wizard-level judges pondered for a moment, then shook their heads. Everyone understood: Trom had not lost yet. The match was still ongoing.
But what exactly was happening inside?
Within the arena shrouded in darkness—
Azaz raised his head and looked across from him. With an explosion of that intensity, even if Trom had not been seriously wounded, he should at least have been caught in the blast.
Yet when Azaz looked over, he discovered that Trom had not suffered a single injury. At some point, a glowing white furred deerskin had wrapped itself around him.
That deerskin had deflected all the power of the demon fire.
When the demon fire finally burned itself out, the deerskin remained completely unscathed.
At the sight, bewilderment flashed through Azaz's eyes. What is this?
"I knew it. Even if it was only one-thousandth of my power, it could not have been dispersed so easily... So that was it." A deep, ethereal voice drifted into Azaz's ears.
The speaker was the demon concealed within the void—Sebastian.
"What is that?" Azaz asked.
"The hide of an ancient phantom beast that lives in the Abyss," Sebastian said.
Since it had grown within the Abyss and survived from ancient times until now, that meant one thing: it naturally possessed the power to withstand all manner of dangers in the Abyss. And the most common terrifying force in the Abyss was demonic power.
Thus, it made sense that this deerskin could resist demonic power.
"With that deerskin, this will be difficult." Azaz furrowed his brow. "Demon fire is useless against him, and even if I coat my body in demonic power,