Inside the sixth floor's space.
Lathel saw the space around Lucien tremble violently, and his eyes lit up with realization.
"Careful!" Evelyn's voice rang in Lathel's mind. "It looks like he just received some kind of magical enhancement. His power has nearly doubled."
Lathel didn't respond—he wasn't surprised at all.
He already knew.
Everything… he had already seen it all through the Future Insight Card.
Now, everything was within the palm of his hand.
Evelyn, noticing Lathel's calm and composed demeanor, wasn't too surprised either.
After all, with Lathel's power, Lucien was nothing more than an ant—like a king watching a jester dance in a circus.
"GAH!!" Lucien, fueled by the surge in power, didn't hesitate. He swung his massive sword toward Lathel with all his might.
The greatsword sliced through the air, the howling wind overpowering even the natural gusts atop the mountain.
Whoosh!
Lathel saw the blade coming—but this time, he didn't intend to dodge.
