Intense Battle

Lyla frowned hard.

She wanted to beat the hell out of Max—but not like this.

Not with Harry.

Not as a team.

But before she could protest—

"Lyla."

Harry's voice was calm, steady.

"Since he's encouraging us to fight together, we should do it."

His gaze met hers.

"Besides, as Max mentioned, this will end quickly."

Lyla exhaled sharply, then nodded.

"Fine. If you're in, then I'm in."

A smirk tugged at Harry's lips.

"Good."

Then—

Envoy Lucas chuckled, his gaze sweeping over them.

"Take your battle to the air."

His tone was light, but the meaning behind it was firm.

"I don't want my garden or my Villa ruined in the process."

Max grinned.

"Let's go."

With a simple thought, his Float Skill activated.

His feet lifted off the ground, and in the next instant—

He shot into the sky, ascending high above the Villa.

Harry and Lyla followed.