Meanwhile, on the other side of the Academy Medical Center.
Ryan sat inside a treatment room, allowing a healer to tend to the wound on his left shoulder.
His longsword rested on the table beside him. Several fine cracks had already appeared along its blade.
This weapon, which had accompanied him for so long, probably couldn't be used anymore.
But Ryan didn't care. He simply stared quietly at the wall in front of him.
The images of Victor's battle against the Abyssal Bone Spike Wolf kept replaying in his mind.
There had been a difference of twenty three entire levels. And that wasn't even mentioning the complete Life Tier barrier separating them.
In the past, Ryan wouldn't have even dared to imagine something like this.
Yet today, he had witnessed it with his own eyes.
To a certain extent, Victor had even entered that battle to save him.
"Victor Alves..." Ryan softly muttered the name.
