Arlon exhaled, steadying his breath as one of the final two monsters in his sight crumbled to the ground.
The battlefield was still, but his body remained tense, his grip on his sword firm.
Even though the boss was gone, these monsters were still level 299—stronger than anything he had faced before reaching this floor.
But compared to the boss?
They were nothing.
Even without his doppelgangers, Arlon had managed to cut through them.
Not effortlessly—every strike, every dodge, and every spell had been deliberate.
But the pressure he had felt during the boss fight was gone.
In a way, it felt like he was using them as a final test for himself. He had sent his copies away, wanting to handle this on his own. He wasn't just fighting; he was refining.
Adjusting his movements.
Experimenting with his attacks.
Sharpening his control over Portal and pushing the limits of Rewind Slash without exhausting himself.
