Leon stood ready for the eighth-layer trial, his entire body radiating condensed power as he prepared one of his strongest offensive techniques.
The black sphere at the tip of his blade pulsed ominously—a miniature black hole that was actively destroying the space around it with gravitational force so intense it warped reality itself.
This will end quickly. Whatever appears won't have time to react.
Light converged at the center of the arena as the eighth-layer opponent began to materialize.
Leon paused for a fraction of a second—not because there were tens of enemies like the pattern he'd been expecting based on previous layers.
Instead, standing before him was a woman he knew intimately.
Seraphine.
She looked exactly the same. The curve of her smile, the way her amethyst eyes caught the light, the graceful way she stood—everything was perfectly replicated down to the smallest detail.
