In that fleeting instant, Alexander catapulted from the forest with an agility that defied the Earth's pull.
Clutching Excalibur, his countenance was impassive as he murmured, "System, assist me. Monitor my energy consumption."
The pill had already begun to unfurl its mystical influence. Alexander's eyes shimmered with lucidity, and even his temperament had undergone a monumental transformation under the pill's spell.
"Host, go ahead and fight! I've got your back," the system assured him.
That assurance fortified Alexander's resolve. His clenched fist became the epicenter of a ferocious vortex of elemental energy. Brandishing Excalibur, he hurled himself into the battlefield.
Engaged in combat was an old man of Level 110, locked in a duel with Robert. A devastating palm strike to the chest sent Robert hurtling several meters back, blood spewing from his mouth.
Clutching his chest, he snarled, "Damn it!"
