Max narrowed his eyes and looked at the two corpses. Though they had put up a fight, they were only at the peak of Champion Rank—not even worth harvesting cores from, as such cores would hardly help in advancing his strength at this stage.
Just as he was about to move on, a sudden gust of wind swept down from the hill above. "Swish!" Two young men leapt into view, descending gracefully with white robes fluttering behind them. Their clothing was immaculate, snow-white with jade belts around their waists, and their boots—marked by lightning symbols—crackled faintly with residual energy.
They looked like noble warriors descending from the clouds.
Max's gaze sharpened the instant he caught sight of the emblem on their chests—a cloud surrounded by swirling bolts of lightning. His expression hardened. "Thunder Monarch Hall," he muttered under his breath, the weight of the name hanging heavily in the air. Both of them were at the 2nd level of Legend Rank.
