At the ends of the spiral staircase, the duelists were already in place, waiting for the piercing whistle to sound, so they could roar towards each other, swinging their swords to the death.
"Can you feel it?"
Listening to that familiar voice, Bologue nodded slightly, his gaze fixed on the abominable thing at the bottom of the staircase.
"I can feel it; he is enveloped in the same aura as a devil."
Bologue stood high above, scrutinizing Yidir, who had forced his way through the breach. He had completely lost his original human form, his body covered by layers of grotesque flesh, the outermost layer starting to harden until it became a sturdy bone armor, as hard as iron.
