During this time, Alex's life was shadowed by an Avenger.
The little girl from back then had now become a mature woman.
For the Human Race, a century is a lifetime, but the Golden Level lasts five hundred years.
The girl persistently followed Alex's footsteps, wielding not a sword, but a blade.
After every battle Alex fought, she would inevitably appear, grasping the remnants of sword intent, innovating, and growing upon them.
Finally, after a life-and-death crisis with a formidable foe.
Alex was heavily injured once again.
The scene was the same: a shattered city, pungent blood, and a beheaded King.
The only difference this time was the blazing sun overhead.
The disorderly fierce sun bathed the world in a faint red.
Thud... Thud...
Alex walked heavily, silently heading out.
But at this moment, the Avenger appeared before him.
Alex halted his steps.
