The second trial was a test of strategy, a battle of wits played out on a massive jade board. Azmodeus faced a representative from the Silver Moon Alliance, a sharp-eyed woman whose every move was calculated to trap him. But Azmodeus's mind was a weapon as sharp as any blade, and he outmaneuvered her with ease, his victory decisive.
By the time the third trial began—a test of endurance involving a labyrinth filled with traps and illusions—Azmodeus was the center of attention. His every move was watched, analyzed, and whispered about. But he remained focused, his thoughts on the greater game at play.
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The Hidden Threat
As the trials continued, Azmodeus couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. It wasn't the crowd—he was used to their scrutiny. No, this was something deeper, darker. His senses tingled as he scanned the pavilion, his gaze landing on the hooded figure he had noticed earlier.
