On the twenty-first floor of the Dragon God Tower, the battlefield was still trembling from the aftermath of a fierce clash. The shattered remnants of the Dragonborn Executioner had only just begun to dissolve into fragments of fading light, its massive frame breaking apart piece by piece as the projection returned to the will of the Dragon God.
At the center of the arena stood Han Yue. His golden bow was still raised, a faint glow lingering along its limbs as the last traces of spiritual energy settled slowly. Around him, two figures stood at a respectful distance, both A-Rank hunters, both breathing heavily, their expressions filled not with exhaustion alone but admiration. Reverence.
One of them stepped forward first, lowering his weapon as he exhaled.
"Senior Han… that final arrow…" His voice carried awe and disbelief in equal measure. "…it pierced straight through the Executioner's core."
