Creed moved like a streak of wind and instinct; faster than a blink and sharper than a blade. Yet with every step he took, something shifted in the air.
No, not just the air, the entire space around the knight.
Crackle!
A strange, crackling pressure started pouring out of it, like it had suddenly swallowed a thunderstorm and was now casually exhaling chaos.
Creed narrowed his eyes. That aura… it wasn't just strong. It was very strong!
At first, the knight had clearly been Stage 1 Silver—already a bit much for what was supposed to be a Bronze-level candidate's trial.
But as Creed charged forward, its power surged like a bottle of soda violently shaken and then cracked open. Boom; Stage 2!
Then, another wave—Stage 3. Creed's pupils shrank. Then boom, again! Stage 4?!
The knight's entire body glowed with red and black energy as its armor shifted and cracked, reshaping into something even heavier, even more dangerous.
