"This whole field into a trap…?" Medusa asked quietly, though she already knew from his face he wasn't joking.
The scale of it still stunned her.
The entire training ground… Wasn't it a bit overkill for a single creature, even if it really couldn't die?
"Yes," Azel replied flatly. "From what I saw before, like I said… he adapts to everything. The physical strength you fight with, the magical energy you use, even aura itself."
If Sebastian had been right, if Elion really was the Butcher. It made him hopeful however he needed a plan… one that would not fail.
'I can't let more people die…'
He wasn't a saint, and he knew it.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't save everyone. That truth had burned itself into his heart since he started this game.
But there were some people he refused to lose.
