A few minutes ago, Phyrill and the others had a strategy with Theo.
Theo had understood the game a little bit and said, "I have a few things I want to confirm. There is no rule, right?"
"Yes. But we need to leave our weapons here." Alea replied.
"Then, how good are you at controlling your Magic Power? Can you cover your sword with it?"
"Not really. I can do it, but it's not that good." Phyrill shook his head.
"That's enough." Theo nodded and turned to Laust. "How about you?"
"Below him."
"I guess only Phyrill and Alea will wield a weapon." Theo sighed, feeling it was not enough.
"What do you mean? We can't bring weapons to the arena." Alea narrowed her eyes and asked, "Theo, what are you planning?"
"I have checked it with them. The walls are made of stone." Theo smiled and looked at Alea. "If we can't bring a weapon, we just need to make one."
"A stone weapon…" Phyrill gulped down.
