Broken's spear swept cleanly through the clone's neck in a final, decisive strike.
Yes.
At last, the clone's health dropped to zero—and the moment it did, a glowing notification appeared in front of Broken, as clear and final as a victory bell.
This time, it wasn't just a win. It was a perfect score.
He exhaled, the breath long and shaky as the adrenaline drained from his body. Then, right before him, a shimmering token emerged from the air. He reached out and took it gently into his hand.
This was it. The item he had fought tooth and nail to earn.
The gate.
He turned and exited the tower, stepping back into the open world where the cool air hit his face and the weight of exhaustion began to settle into his limbs. Floating there waiting was Cecilia.
"You finally completed the challenge, Master."
"Yeah," he said, offering a small, wry smile. "With a little help."
