The night wind passed quietly through the shattered field, carrying traces of scorched stone and scattered spiritual energy. Around her lay the aftermath of the battle. Cracked star metal flooring, faded rune marks, and the lingering pressure of three young geniuses who had fought with everything they had.
Max, Lucia, and Isabella had already withdrawn to recover.
Lady Virelia alone stayed behind, her sharp eyes fixed on the broken ground where Max had stood.
"His combat awareness is excellent," she murmured softly. "But will that alone be enough to stand against the true monsters gathered here?"
Her voice was calm, yet a trace of concern hid beneath it.
She had deliberately arranged the three-way battle for one purpose.
It was never meant to test Max's raw strength.
