Caelan calmly sheathed his sword, his gaze sweeping over where Ruben stood.
But the next second, a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes.
He's still alive…?
"You're the first awakener to survive my skill."
Ruben coughed hard—then spat out a mouthful of blood with a wet wah.
All the fur on his body had been burned away by [Infinite Lightblade]. His armor was nothing but a charred, blackened shell clinging to him.
In his current state, Ruben no longer looked like a terrifying powerhouse—he looked more like a beggar.
"Cough… cough! As expected of the Chosen One. With this level of strength, only a nine-star awakener would have a sure chance of killing you."
"I really didn't expect it… to fall in a place like this."
"Young man—can you agree to one condition for me?"
Caelan's brows drew together slightly as he replied, "Go on."
…
At the same time, along the outer perimeter of the secret lake—
