The Master of Blazing Flames strode forward, sword in hand. His words already regarded Westheid as a dead man or a deserter.
His confidence and arrogance were well-founded. The suppressive effect of a Domain was nearly impossible to counter. Within the Demon's Imaginary Space, he would receive the maximum possible boost to his Divinity, and Divinity... was the very foundation for constructing and altering reality.
To put it another way, once a mortal was trapped in a Domain, the enemy they faced was a monster that defied the heavens, possessing an absurdly high ninety-nine percent damage reduction, terrifying regenerative abilities, and attacks that were all true-damage critical hits.
There was no way to win. The only path to survival was to muster all one's strength and flee the Domain. But if he did that, the Master of Blazing Flames would mock him mercilessly. Westheid would have to avoid Flame Demons for the rest of his life, completely unable to fight them.
