Astrael pressed his back against the large rock while his body was tense with heavy breathing. Beside him, Clawdia lay low in Astrael's embrace, but her golden eyes locked on the screen unfolding ahead.
The cave trembled from their relentless assaults. Fireballs, swords clashing, and arrows whizzing through the air all struck the old man's fragile figure. Yet... none of these attacks damaged even a tattered piece of his clothing.
Each strike meant to crush a strong person like meat, but simply passed through him as if he were transparent. The black arrow disappeared into the old man's chest and reappeared embedded in the wall. Tavion's blades hit his throat, but they left no scratch. Even the great axe strike left not a single scratch.
The old man kept walking forward with a low and steady pace. His footsteps echoed like thunder in the silence between blows.
