The Tyrant fell, and the arena went silent.
Silver mist poured from its collapsing body, flooding the obsidian floor in waves of pale light. Its two faces... one serene, one screaming dissolved last, unraveling back into the veil. Its four arms crumbled. Its massive frame crashed down and shattered into a million drifting sparks.
Nathan stood at the edge of the combat zone, bow still raised, breathing ragged. The Leyline Ring hummed, refilling mana drained by the final [Focus Shot]. His arms ached. His legs threatened to buckle. But he was still standing.
Then the notifications hit... not small chimes, but a flood. The accumulated experience of an entire High Class Tower, compressed into one overwhelming reward.
[Ding! The Veil Tyrant Defeated!]
[Ding! XP Gained!]
[Ding! Level Up! Nathan Cross: Level 30 Reached!]
[Ding! Mirko has reached Level 30! Evolution threshold met!]
[Mirko is evolving from E-Rank to D-Rank!]
