Greya decided not to contemplate these matters for the moment and focus on the current match instead.
After standing up, Trom spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his face appearing to be steamed a bright red by the flames on his chest.
"Demon's Fire." Having lived in the Abyss for so long, Trom was all too familiar with the power of demons, and he scrutinized Asaz with his eyes: "Why are you using Demon's Fire?"
Asaz replied softly, "I've merely borrowed his power."
"He? Who are you talking about, a demon from the Abyss?"
Facing Trom's persistent questioning, Asaz did not answer but lowered his head slightly with an apologetic tone, "I have a pact with him; I am sorry I cannot divulge any details."
Since Asaz was unwilling to reveal more, Trom asked no further. Besides, it was not the time for such questions.
