"Impossible..." His voice was hoarse. "A mere Level 2 Life Form... How could he..."
But nothing was impossible.
Murphy was still there. The crimson sword light was still flying over Zlesko City. That was the most direct answer.
Leonardo had failed. He had attacked a second time, and he had still failed.
A Third-Level Wizard, a young master from the main branch of the Douglas Clan, had failed twice against the same Otherworld creature.
This was no longer about winning or losing a battle. This was a disgrace—a shame carved into his very bones, one that could only be washed away with blood.
Leonard scrambled up from the threshold, his deathly pale face still showing traces of fear. But he saw Leonardo's expression, saw the furious rage burning in those emerald eyes.
'I can't let the young master bear all this alone. If that Otherworld creature gets away, what will happen to me when they investigate this later?'
