'He's finally looking at me…'
A thrill of excitement surged through Lucas' veins, his heart pounding in sync with the rhythmic swings of his sword.
SWIISSH!!!
His blade cut through the humanoid golems with deadly precision, never once faltering—never once dulling in the face of his enemies.
The golden aura surrounding his sword surged, wrapping around his body as if the two had become one—as if the blade was simply an extension of himself.
'Finally… your eyes are on me…'
A deep sense of acknowledgment bubbled up within him as he felt Riley's intense gaze fixed on his back.
Ever since their last duel—ever since the incident in that white dungeon—Lucas never truly had the chance to showcase his growth to Riley.
But now?
Now, he had the perfect chance.
He could have easily annihilated these golems in a single, sweeping strike.
His Holy Sword, ever since his dream… no rather encounter with Evelyn, had become sharper, stronger, and lighter than ever before.
