In the Dueling Space, on the second level.
"Perhaps defeating you will allow my power to be recognized," the opponent, a being of pure madness, cackled. "I am a madman, and you are a mage. Let this madman feel the power of magic! Let me scream freely in a world of your making! Hahaha…"
Faced with this frenzied foe, Deputy Commander Edward remained preternaturally calm. A frenzied opponent is always difficult to handle. To face one, maintaining one's own inner peace, refusing to let them disrupt one's heart and rhythm, is the best possible response.
"Wind rises. Clouds surge. Space collapses," the Deputy Commander intoned, his voice steady, each word clear and precise.
As he spoke, the very environment of the demigod-level dueling ground began to shift and warp under the influence of divine power and fundamental rules.
