"Vice City Lord, you need to rest too," Evelyn said, her voice filled with concern as she approached him.
Duke had been drinking the vial of black liquid almost nonstop, yet he hadn't taken a single rest, unlike the others.
Not only had he been continuously conjuring ice spears, fire meteors, and lightning rains—each draining an immense amount of spiritual energy—but he was also actively engaged in combat with his spear.
No one could match his pace.
While others relied on their melee weapons, they couldn't focus on their awakened abilities at the same time, as the distraction would weaken the effectiveness of their attacks.
But Duke was pushing himself beyond what anyone else could handle.
Despite Duke's relentless efforts, each of his attacks continued to hit with devastating force, annihilating everything in his path.
