The battle on Floor 89 had finally come to an end.
Arlon stood amidst the ruins of his latest victory, his breath steady but his body still thrumming with the echoes of the intense fight.
His robes were tattered at the edges, blood—some his, some not—staining the fabric.
He wiped a bit of sweat from his brow, but his mind wasn't focused on the exhaustion.
Instead, he was thinking back to the fight against the level 295 boss just two floors ago.
That fight had been far too easy.
It hadn't even felt like training. The moment he dispelled Slow, the boss barely put up a fight before he crushed it.
The challenge was nonexistent.
He had gone into the battle expecting to struggle, at least a little, but in the end, it was no different from any of the normal enemies he had wiped out before.
If this was supposed to be his last chance to hone himself against decent opponents before he left the Tower, then it had been a disappointment.
