With eyes full of determined focus, Ruvian exhaled slowly as the pressure in the amphitheater grew heavier around him.
He then grabbed his blade as Silvena passed it to him from her dimensional storage.
[The Endseeker] sat in his hand oncemore, its pitch-dark blade drinking in the dull crimson light of the hall. He adjusted his hold firmly as he began to channel mana subtly along its edge. Then, a surge of strength flooded through his body.
'I need to be careful with my mana reserves. I already used one quarter, almost half of it.'
Turning his head towards Irene, Ruvian said with clear intention.
"Let's finish him quickly before the other guy comes. With you here, we can take him down without much trouble."
Then, he paused for a few seconds, as if something had just come back to him.
"Ah… right. By the way, good work. I'm impressed that you managed to take down three Greater Demons and dozens of lesser ones on your own."
