The group outside counted more than three flashes of bright light.
And the faces of the instructors widened further in shock at each successive glow of light.
For six lights to have brightened, it could only mean that Amon had reached the seventh level now.
The seventh level.
It was truly a high level despite the number seeming small.
Recalling that Amon was just at the white core, the eyes of the instructors couldn't help drifting to Damien occasionally and then back to the direction of the star gate.
In their hearts, they began making simple deductions and connections.
Damien shrugged nonchalantly, feeling their intimidated gazes on him, giving them a smug look like he'd expected the whole thing.
Silence reigned among the crowd as they held their breaths, waiting for the tenth light to surface.
…
Meanwhile, inside the unique space, Amon flicked his sword after successfully passing the sixth level.
