I could feel it—I was now extremely close to reaching level 32. One more of them would push me over the edge.
But something felt off.
The king with the glasses, Kim Joon-Ho, was nowhere to be seen. After the explosion, his aura had completely vanished.
"Is he fleeing?" I muttered to myself, the thought laced with disdain. "How pathetic."
I stepped out of the shattered remnants of the house I was in, scanning the battlefield. The air was thick with debris and lingering energy, but my focus quickly locked onto the imposing figure of Park Seo-Jin hovering above me.
His massive black longsword rested lazily on his shoulders, but the tension in his stance betrayed his composure. His entire body trembled—not with fear, but with rage.
His piercing golden eyes locked onto mine, burning with unspoken fury. Park Seo-Jin didn't seem like someone who'd ever feel fear. No, this was the anger of a predator pushed to its limit.
