The room fell completely silent.
Bloody Knight Anwar stared coldly at Luca, while Luca met his gaze with calm, gentle eyes.
For several long minutes, neither of them spoke. The air between them felt thick, as though every breath carried hidden intent.
Then, suddenly, Anwar laughed—low and sharp, breaking the tension.
"I knew I wasn't wrong about you," he said with a hint of admiration. "You not only possess great strength, but you also have an exceptional state of mind. I don't think this place can allow your potential to truly shine. You should go and meet the Crimson King. Only at his side will you be able to display your talents to their fullest."
Luca's heart surged with excitement.
He had finally achieved what he came here for.
But outwardly, he showed no sign of it. He maintained a composed expression, even adding a touch of hesitation to his face.
