Floor Fifteen, Dungeon...
Leon stood alone in the silent room, his bare upper body glistening faintly under the dim, cold light. His breath was steady, measured. The Nyxter rested firmly in his hands — its blackened edge humming with restrained mana.
He wore nothing but his underwear, allowing his body to move without restriction. Sweat rolled down his chest, dripping onto the stone floor beneath his feet.
Before him floated a translucent blue screen, glowing faintly in the air.
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[Name: Last Rise]
[Rank: ??]
[Stance 1: 02 / 10,000]
[Description: A mysterious sword technique with no confirmed origins.]
[Mana: None]
[Cooldown: None]
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'Hah… Only twice,' Leon thought as his eyes trailed across the data on the screen. 'I've only used this technique twice since the day I got it. When that old man used it, he killed that Parasite in a single strike… and even cut down that massive tree of life behind it.
