"Huh? Using a forbidden technique just to save your own life? Pathetic." Glen's voice was laced with disdain as he slowly walked toward Max, each step echoing with confidence. His face was twisted into a sneer, the kind only the truly arrogant could wear so naturally.
Max sat slumped on the ground, his breathing ragged, body trembling, and blood still dripping from his lips. The black flame crown had vanished, and the surrounding heat had finally begun to settle, yet Glen's presence radiated pressure like a thunderstorm waiting to strike again.
As he closed the distance, Glen tilted his head and stared down at Max with pure contempt. "I really thought you were different. Someone who could comprehend a level 2 sword concept… I assumed you'd die with some dignity, like a true swordsman. But you're just another coward begging for life at the edge of a blade."
