In the grand hall of the ruined palace, which exuded a strange sense of faded majesty, walked Alex and the group.
The hall was spacious, its former grandeur still lingering beneath the layers of decay. But even with all that, the tension in the air didn't lessen.
Alex walked beside the so-called boss, their steps echoing softly against the cracked marble floor. The others—the women and warriors who had accompanied the boss—trailed just a step behind, their eyes locked onto Alex, filled with wariness.
The image of Alex killing a three-star, star-connection realm archer without giving him a chance to retaliate was still fresh in all of their minds.
The archer's death wasn't very surprising; what was startling was that Alex hadn't even used his real strength to do that.