Defeated him?

Ethan stood once again in the boundless obsidian plane of his mindscape. Flickering lights

floated like fireflies over the dark floor, and a faint breeze whispered through the endless void.

Before him loomed the towering figure of Vandelion—the legendary Knight Grandmaster. Even at

0.1% power, the man's mere presence felt like an avalanche waiting to fall.

Vandelion regarded Ethan calmly, steel-gray eyes gleaming with faint amusement. His silvery

armor shimmered under an unseen light, and a crimson cape rippled behind him like a spill of

blood.

"Well then," Vandelion said, voice like gravel rolling over stone. "Show me what you've learned,

boy."

A bead of sweat slipped down Ethan's temple. He clenched his sword tighter, heart pounding.

He'd already died countless times under Vandelion's hand. Even at a fraction of his real strength,

the man was monstrous.