"Wha..." Marcus blinked as he looked at Ren standing in the center of the field with his hands in his pockets. "What the hell…"
There were similar reactions all over the whole place.
The oppressive silence of Floor 60 was broken only by the disbelieving breaths of the Twilight Guild's elite raiding party.
Weapons hung loosely in their hands and magical staffs that had been glowing fiercely just moments ago now dimmed into nothingness as the mages forgot to maintain their concentration.
Not only had Ren completely outclassed the milestone monster in raw speed and technique, but he had systematically dismantled it so thoroughly that he made the prideful entity commit suicide out of sheer humiliation.
What a monster.
To the seasoned veterans standing by the stairwell, the eighteen-year-old noble looked vastly more terrifying than the shadowy behemoth he had just forced into oblivion.
Ren didn't pay any mind to their stares.
