As everyone outside discussed among themselves, Trom was still pondering how to break the predicament before him.
His foremost objective was to break through the light barrier around Onassis.
Just as Trom was burning with anxiety, he suddenly felt the ice beneath his feet get struck by a wave.
With the wind and rain raging, the waves were enormous, so Trom had not paid it any mind. But when he noticed cracks appearing in the ice from that wave, he froze.
Looking back, he finally saw the reason.
The waves could not shatter the ice. What had caused the cracks were the objects mixed within them—
The severed limbs of the sea troll.
They were all from the sea troll Onassis had dismembered.
Trom had originally only glanced at them before turning away, ready to ignore them. But at that moment, the corner of his eye caught a glint from a severed limb in the distance.
Focusing his gaze, he discovered that the reflection came from a weapon covered in spikes, like a spiked mace.
Looking at the mace, Trom's eyes suddenly lit up. An image surfaced in his mind: not long ago, the instant the sea troll had appeared, it had emerged amid the towering waves and sent Onassis flying with a single blow.
Trom even remembered the sight of Onassis's pale face and blood trickling from the corner of his lips.
Trom did not know the saying about the spear and the shield, but he remembered that Onassis had been protected by a light barrier at the time. Yet why had he still been sent flying and injured despite that protection?
Trom's thoughts raced. There were no more than two possible explanations for that.
First, the weapon itself. Perhaps that mace-like weapon possessed some special effect capable of