Maxwell's breathing gradually became heavier inside the endless darkness.
Blood continued dripping from the wounds across his body while black smoke drifted around him endlessly like living shadows swallowing the battlefield whole. His White Heaven Dragon Sense remained fully active, spreading throughout the darkness repeatedly, desperately searching for even the smallest trace of the maid.
Yet every attempt ended the same way.
Nothing.
No clear presence.
No stable mana signature.
No heartbeat.
No footsteps.
Only daggers.
Only pain.
Only darkness.
Tak!
Another blade sliced across his shoulder.
Maxwell immediately retaliated with a claw strike filled with golden mana.
Boom!!!
The attack exploded through the smoke violently.
Still—
Nothing.
The darkness swallowed everything once again.
Inside his dantian, the old master finally spoke.
His tone had completely changed now.
No longer analytical.
No longer calm.
Serious.
"Maxwell."
