The Poet of Great Love silently watched Warden Melissa lying sprawled on the floor and decided not to say anything else, pretending he knew nothing.
Now he finally knew where the incongruity lay—
If he had guessed correctly, the warden best suited to this floor should have been a counterattack knight with low offense and high defense.
The enhanced phantom could not pose any threat to someone with powerful vitality and defenses. Two tanks would have a hard time deciding the victor even after fighting for a long while, and the initiative to flee lay with the warden. Thus, guarding this level of the prison would be extremely safe.
The Protos Empire should never have assigned a high-offense, low-defense glass cannon to the important position of warden of the Negative Fifth Floor. She would only trade kills with the phantom, and might die the moment they met.
Setting aside how much the Protos Empire valued Tier 7 powerhouses, who were exceedingly rare, the security of Helrom Prison's inner levels was of paramount importance. It was impossible for them to place a warden with such poor compatibility here.
Judging from Warden Melissa's performance just now, her offensive power was nowhere near Tier 7, completely matching Lanchi's initial guess.
That also meant her vitality should be extremely robust. She should not crumple over from the slightest movement like a candle flickering in the wind.
Most likely, she was actually in decent condition.
Every time she collapsed was after the Poet of Great Love spoke.
This warden seemed not to be a martial fanatic at all, but an extreme masochist.
Not only was she enjoying the pleasure of having all the wounds on her body split open, she was also treating the Poet of Great Love's voice as an exquisite seasoning all to