Maxwell froze completely after hearing those words.
I will sacrifice myself.
For a brief moment, the endless darkness around him no longer mattered.
The daggers.
The smoke.
The crimson eyes hidden somewhere within the shadows.
None of it registered properly anymore.
Because his master had never spoken like that before.
Not once.
Ever since Maxwell was abandoned by his clan and thrown into this lower world, the old man inside his dantian had remained calm no matter what situation they faced. Even during near death battles, even while hiding from enemies stronger than them, even when Maxwell failed repeatedly and suffered humiliation after humiliation—
His master always sounded composed.
Yet now—
There was heaviness in his voice.
Finality.
Maxwell's breathing became uneven.
"Master…"
Another crimson dagger slammed against the forbidden dragon barrier.
Boom!!!
More cracks spread across the golden shield surrounding him.
The old man immediately shouted.
"Sit down!"
