Radger's body unraveled into mist, fading like smoke into the scorched air.
I let my shoulders drop, just slightly. The weight of the fight still clung to my limbs — not just exhaustion, but something deeper. Wasteful.
He was never here to win. He was just here to test me. To watch. To draw out everything I could do. And I gave it to him.
Radger, Fourth-ranked in the elite class.
"bastard…"
As I stood there, sweat ran down my body from the rising heat, so I forcefully activated my Mythrigan. My fight with Radger had already destroyed nearly the entire western forest of the map.
The ground beneath me, once wet with life, was now nothing more than black ash and it would only get worse the longer I stayed.
There — the relic.
I immediately jumped across the field and landed where it was located.
I dug my hand into the earth and grabbed a silver bracelet with strange archaic markings, but that didn't matter.
I needed to go.
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