Max's body now burned with a black flames as his all three Flame Inheritance Power stirred within him. He didn't let them fully explode, but let a thin layer of its energy coat his sword, enhancing the destructive nature of the attack that was building.
The hall trembled faintly.
Then Max moved.
He stepped forward and swung his sword—not with anger, not with desperation—but with calm, absolute certainty. The combined power of his four concepts surged forward like a tidal wave, aimed straight at the cube. The sword slash wasn't flashy, but it held a terrifying sense of finality—as if nothing in its path could remain whole.
The cube shook violently as the slash vanished into it. The entire room went silent.
Then golden light burst from the cube's surface, numbers flickering into existence, shining like stars—
9999
The silence that followed was deafening.
