After dispatching every opponent who had dared step into his path, Moon's name and his words had taken on considerable weight.
Despite being away from his pillar, despite leaving his defensive position completely exposed to the entire bracket, very few competitors thought about attacking him. The ones who had tried had already been removed from the tournament. The pyromancer's elimination had been a public lesson, and the rest of the bracket had learnt it instantly.
The competitors that did have such thoughts, were the cream of the crop. The strongest in the tournament with immense skill, and power.
They were also smart.
None of them were foolish enough to attack Moon while he was still in peak condition. The runes guarding his pillar had absorbed a Four-Star Pyromancer's fireball without registering a scratch.
Engaging Moon right now was not a strategic move. It was a death sentence dressed up as bravery.
