A young man with long white hair and a pointed horn flew through the sky, watching Damon with an unreadable expression.
His aura was powerful, almost overwhelming to those who felt it. It was as if anyone who saw him had to fall in line, enthralled by his presence and forced to bow under his control.
This was Bakemon Baal, the son of one of the strongest demon lords.
Baal of Order.
His attribute, as his name suggested, was Order. It was one of those unnecessary, overpowered conceptual magic attributes, and Bakemon had inherited it fully. Without a doubt, he was the strongest of the demons gathered in the arena.
'And from the looks of it, his farming aura.'
Damon thought unseriously, watching the young man floating above him without a shred of respect. The flashes of lightning behind him gave Bakemon an intimidating, otherworldly appearance.
