Shang slowly opened his right eye.
He had died in the trial, but sure enough, his left eye hadn't recovered.
He looked to his side and saw Sword lying just beside him. As always, it wanted to stay by Shang's side.
Instead of standing up, Shang only continued lying on the ground, looking at the plain sky of his inner world.
The entire fight went through his head.
'If I had a working set of armor, I would have won,' he thought as he remembered the robes of the Fire Mage.
The robes had blocked two fatal attacks. A luxury Shang didn't have.
'Instead of overusing my Domain of Entropy, I could have used my armor to take a fatal attack. With that, I would have been able to survive the last explosion and continue. The next opponent wouldn't have been a problem, even in my injured state. That would have given me an opportunity to regenerate.'
'Sure enough, equipment is also a part of power.'
