The vortex grew larger and stronger, its pulling force so intense that even high above, Trom felt as if he were about to be sucked into the abyss at its center.
Moreover, the ceaseless roars from beneath the sea instilled an uneasy feeling in Trom.
Trom understood that what awaited might be an entity far more terrifying than the two Ocean Trolls he had previously faced.
Having already had difficulty dealing with the previous Ocean Trolls, Trom had no desire for a repeat battle, nor did he want to waste his strength on a crisis that arose from the Boundless Battle Arena itself.
The best option now was to end the match quickly; if Onassis admitted defeat and was eliminated, he wouldn't have to confront the emerging Ocean Troll.
With this in mind, Trom shifted his gaze towards Onassis's previous location.
"Huh?" Trom's eyes showed puzzlement. When he looked over, he only saw a heap of shattered ice floes and no sign of Onassis.
