Of course, aside from denser dragon-scale patterns, the Dragon Scale Sword now bore an additional fiery-red mark at the spot where it had been severed last time.
Your physical talent is no weaker than that of any alien creature.
"She" spoke gently when Shade entered, then added:
Even a Dragon.
"Thanks for the compliment."
Shade smiled. Enhanced Space Perception mapped out the building's interior, and then he leaped upward, smashing through two floors with a thunderous crash. Crossing over Mr. Albert, who was "cleaning up" below, he arrived directly on the third floor.
The defenders had likely gathered downstairs, so Shade did not spot many people on the Third Floor at first glance. He looked towards Thomas Pigin, who had remained on the 1st Floor, and pulled him up with chains. His perception then touched upon the defensive ritual on the floors above.
There was no danger. Keep moving forward.
"So this world really is far too dangerous for ordinary people."
Two minutes and forty-eight seconds after Shade and Mr. Albert entered, they stepped together onto the spiral staircase leading to the room at the top of the tower. Mr. Albert still maintained his Bloodkin appearance, yet not a single trace of blood stained his clothes.
Shade kicked open the tightly shut door, and gray mist symbolizing death immediately drifted out.
Shade did not even need to act. Mr. Albert turned his left hand, and a bright golden sphere of light floated out, unexpectedly dispersing the dreadful mist.
Inside the room, which had been arranged like a great noble's private bedchamber, Mr. Bernhardt looked somewhat disheveled, but he had already subdued Carmen Eddington, who had likewise revealed a Bloodkin form. Carmen was pinned firmly to the floor, part of his left leg broken off. His eyes turned towards the two