My Mercy

Everyone arrived at the same time, unscathed. Their stats had skyrocketed because of Arthur, which made the Trial of Heroes a breeze. The only thing that could pose a challenge to them was the Strings of Fate.

Whisker tried to push the masked man back, but the two were evenly matched. Yuvan clapped his hand, and the masked man jumped back, landing in his original position. Ilia glared at his brother, who seemed relaxed.

"Everyone here is at the limits of what this realm could handle, so this will be an even match. Of course, we are twelve and you are nine. This could be where the difficulty lies in this challenge. If you can defeat us…the tower will open its gate, and you can meet our master."

"Do you think that's a real challenge?" asked Arthur with a raised brow as he summoned his dagger, unleashing a cry of wrath that made the world tremble. As the masked men took a step back in fear, Arthur shot them a look of disdain. "Think again."