After returning to the mansion where the members of the Black Dragon Clan were staying, Max went straight to meet Lady Virelia and informed her that he was fine. Only after reassuring her did he withdraw quietly to his room, his expression calm but his mind already focused on the next step.
The moment he entered, he did not waste even a breath. His figure blurred and vanished as he stepped into his Dimension of Time. Within that isolated space, where every second stretched far beyond the outside world, Max drew his sword and began practicing the Saint Origin Sword Art.
Time flowed in silence.
Again and again, he repeated the same movements, each strike carrying deeper intent than the last. The memory of the mountain being split so cleanly that even he had failed to notice it lingered in his mind.
