Ethan stood once again in the boundless obsidian plane of his mindscape. Flickering lights
floated like fireflies over the dark floor, and a faint breeze whispered through the endless void.
Before him loomed the towering figure of Vandelion—the legendary Knight Grandmaster. Even at
0.1% power, the man's mere presence felt like an avalanche waiting to fall.
Vandelion regarded Ethan calmly, steel-gray eyes gleaming with faint amusement. His silvery
armor shimmered under an unseen light, and a crimson cape rippled behind him like a spill of
blood.
"Well then," Vandelion said, voice like gravel rolling over stone. "Show me what you've learned,
boy."
A bead of sweat slipped down Ethan's temple. He clenched his sword tighter, heart pounding.
He'd already died countless times under Vandelion's hand. Even at a fraction of his real strength,
the man was monstrous.
But his lips curled into a grin. "Let's see how far I can push this."
He glanced upward. "System. Start the match."
