Adonis kept his eyes on Alicarde, noting the scars and bruises marking his skin. His whole body ached, and his magical power was dwindling fast, while his opponent looked untouched, with not a single wound.
The violet eyes beneath Alicarde's hood showed no sign of weakness, only a frightening calmness. His physical strength was monstrous, but worse was his seemingly boundless mana pool.
'How did he get so much mana?'
Cassandra had ordered Adonis to kill him, but it was easier said than done. Alicarde's regeneration was incredible, nearly impossible to wear down. If Adonis was going to win, he had to figure out what kind of supernatural creature he was dealing with before he could find a weakness.
With that in mind...
'If he's some supernatural creature, Whitewood ash should work on him,' he thought.
He had a small Whitewood ash stake hidden within his robe, a last-resort weapon for cases like this.
'That's my trump card,' he decided.