Leon stepped out of the arena's stone gates, the cheers still echoing behind him. His body ached from the clash, but his mind was burning—focused entirely on the scroll now clutched in his hands.
Roselia rushed over the moment he cleared the boundary, throwing her arms around his waist.
"You reckless idiot," she muttered into his chest.
He laughed, wincing a little. "That's me."
Roman whistled. "You just steamrolled Rank 88 with a summon and a single technique. That's gotta be a record."
Millim leaned over his shoulder, eyes locked on the scroll. "So, is it worth it?"
Leon unrolled the scroll slightly. Gold-etched letters shimmered along its length, but the language wasn't written in standard glyphs—it was raw body cultivation script, powered by tactile resonance. Just holding it made his veins buzz.
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