Strike!

Beneath that door lied the heart of the fortress.

The core of the formations that governed the security of this artifact disguised as a building.

'Forget me, even rank 7s can't break the fortress' defense.'

Baldur felt a tinge of envy. Apparently, the fortresses were all gifts by the kingdom itself to the candidates. It was the badge of their approval.

'But well, it doesn't matter anymore. I don't even know what the heck will happen after this.' Baldur took out a gray spar.

Its surface alternated between hot and cold, soft and hard, elastic and rigid. He couldn't understand what this thing was and how it was even formed.

But it's something Varian gave him.

'Constantine—Varian Konstant…that guy is really,' Baldur sighed.

If it's something from him, then he probably wouldn't be able to find out the truth.