Just as every pair of eyes remained fixed upon the projection screens above, Max's figure surged toward the deepest region of the ninth layer. The flames around him twisted violently, yet they could not slow his advance.
The chaotic flame laws that had once formed dense barriers now appeared unstable wherever he passed, their structure thinning as though something unseen was unraveling their foundation.
Eight thousand nine hundred miles.
The number glowed faintly upon the projection display.
Beyond that point, only a little more than one hundred miles separated him from the boundary of the tenth layer.
A heavy silence descended over the viewing platform.
"He will soon reach the same level as me," Isabella muttered under her breath, her expression frozen in disbelief.
