Chapter 432: The Cyclops, Trachios
After interrupting the fight between the cyclops and the black demon, I was whisked away and placed inside the arena by a mysterious magic.
The combat space was quite ample—at least ten times the size of the court we used for the mages’ world tournament—which made sense, considering that most of the devils fighting here were huge.
The demons spectating were cheering loudly for the cyclops to kill me, but when I locked my gaze with his one eye, I could swear the monster looked sad.
"A human...? How?" The cyclops muttered.
"Well, it wasn’t easy..." I replied, grabbing my bo out of caution.
"Do you have a name?" I continued, relishing the opportunity where the cyclops felt like talking.
"Trachios..." He replied with a somber tone.
The cyclops’ voice was a bit deep, but it wasn’t as foreboding as some of the demons I had met in the past. In fact, it was kind of soothing in a strange way.
"Let me ask you something, Trachios... Do you enjoy fighting in here?" I asked, taking a few steps closer to him.