Alden and the Dark Elf continued their slow dance, slowly circling each other.
Both were understandably wary and cautious.
They were also reluctant.
After all, their bodies were about to experience the hellish strain of combat once again.
…Without receiving much of a reprieve from their last battles.
Alden internally sighed.
He didn't lower his guard, knowing the moment he did, the Dark Elf would skewer him where he stood. The corrupted creature was not equivalent to an Expert. But, based on the aura it emitted, there was no doubt it was strong.
Strong enough…
To be at the pinnacle of the [Adept] rank.
Alden's features turned even more solemn.
As the seconds passed, the tension in the cave slowly rose.
It kept building and building.
Alden secretly held his breath.
Sweat lined his palms.
His entire body was on edge.
The tension was so thick he could cut it with a knife.
