Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!
Eleanor mindlessly swung her greatsword, hacking away at the steel barrier with all her strength. The muscular man maintaining the barrier coughed blood continuously, unable to withstand the overwhelming pressure.
Suddenly, three other zombies approached the barrier, pouring all their mana reserves into maintaining it.
Umbral stood silently, gazing at the steel barrier that seemed to be shaking violently. His eyes were narrowed to slits, while his fists were clenched. With a complicated expression and furrowed eyebrows, he seemed uncertain of something.
As if Eleanor's power was beyond his expectations.
He was still certain of his victory but was instead uncertain of the sufficiency of his rate of growth. Was he falling behind the talented players of his generation? Age did not matter in the tower, mostly.
As long as one was capable, one was eligible to face the horrors of the tower.