Sam's [Eternal Barrier] had shattered. His [Forsaken Clone] was dead. And yet… his expression remained the same.
"I can see that your shield is gone," Asmodeus said with a grin, his trident still crackling with energy. "Which means the next time I hit you... it's over."
Sam said nothing.
The rings of black flame swirling around Asmodeus began to tighten, as though feeding into his weapon.
The dark fire seeped into the trident, charging it with even more devastating power.
"I guess even the so-called True Primordial isn't strong enough to reach the [Third Stage] at his current level."
The heat around the arena intensified.
The sea of black fire roared, rising higher and higher as the platform trembled beneath them.
Sam felt it now. The heat. The pressure.
Without his barrier, one wrong move meant instant death.
"Let's finish this."
Asmodeus gripped his trident with both hands now.
The air bent around him from the heat. The tip of his weapon gleamed with condensed power.
