Rhys stared, his winter-ice eyes wide with incomprehension. "How... how did he do that?"
Pho's expression remained neutral, but something shifted in his posture. Recognition of a fundamental problem, the kind that couldn't be solved normally.
"He's immune to magic," the Deathfrost Demon said quietly, his voice carrying grudging respect. "He's from Erebon like you. A former hero of the Prosperity Kingdoms."
"Magic doesn't work?" Rhys repeated, his voice cracking slightly. His entire worldview had been built around the understanding that magic was the ultimate power, that beings with strong mana could overcome any obstacle.
The idea of someone simply negating that advantage...
"Correct," a small voice said from nearby.
Rhys turned to see Sylph floating there, her tiny form rigid with tension. Her black-and-green eyes were fixed on Ren with an expression that transcended fear into something approaching dread.
"That's Ren Ryzard," Sylph whispered. "The Forgotten Hero."
