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Ruger wiped his mouth.
Mahama was taller and broader than before. The hide over his back and joints looked especially thick, and he too gave off the unmistakable aura of a demon. It seemed to be another kind of demon hide, different from a Savage Demon’s. Who knew how many casting materials for the Demon Skin Spell he had tucked against his sturdy frame beneath it? Even in his normal form, he could probably piece together a whole suit of armor from those materials.
"Did I miss anything?"
Seeing Ruger studying him, Mahama instinctively looked himself over as well.
"Looks good."
Ruger's reply was brief.
Clearly, this appearance was a masterpiece Mahama had put together in private over the past few days. Naturally, he had to consider how to disguise his identity, but he also had to consider its practicality in combat. After all, the fewer unusual tricks they used, the better. For instance, once disguised as a demon, he would have to avoid changing his demon skin back and forth as he had before.
The two quickened their pace, putting distance between themselves and the place where they had breached the boundary.
If any demons tracked the abnormal spatial fluctuations here, they probably would not be able to handle them, though the chances of that happening were low.
Neither had said it outright, but their conversations during the preparations made it clear that Mahama had spent everything he owned preparing for the Ascension Ritual, including this journey into the Abyss. If