Sylas took deep breaths as he appeared on the cloudy road once again. He felt as though he had already hit his limit. Despite the sudden surge at the end, his brain was almost entirely drained. It was difficult for him to even breathe properly. It was like all the nerves in his body were overloaded.
Without knowing the exact reason he was struggling so much, his gaze couldn't help but be solemn. It was no wonder Nosphaleen took Rune Breath so seriously. Excavating one's potential in this Rune Mastery Realm wasn't easy by any means.
Even if he knew he was struggling so much because of the suppression on Earth's Runes, his reaction wouldn't be much different. That was because whoever could do this—suppressing a generation of Rune Masters—was definitely on a level he couldn't fathom.
He would have to push himself even harder.
With his jaw set, he walked toward the seventh door.
When he entered, he exhaled a long, cold breath.
