Just as Max was observing them with his Three Dinsional Body and his 3rd level concept of space, a heavy presence rolled out like a shockwave.
The lion-headed humanoid beast turned its savage head sharply toward the wall—toward Max. Its golden mane bristled as its eyes glead with a bestial, brutal sharpness that pierced like fangs.
"Soone is spying on us," it growled, its voice a deep, guttural rumble that carried primal authority. The sound itself seed to claw at the air.
Max’s pupils contracted. His heart skipped. He instantly severed his connection to the chamber, retracting his Three Dinsional Body and space concept as if burned. His thoughts raced.
’Did he sense ? Or did he only feel the disturbance in the space?’
He didn’t get the chance to think further.
A deafening crack echoed through the underground.
The wall before him shattered violently, fragnts exploding outward like a storm of shrapnel. The sheer force of the blast slamd into Max, hurling him backwards into the shadows. His invisibility held, but the dust and rubble clung to him, coating his body in a thin layer of grit. The ground beneath him trembled, and a shockwave rippled through the chamber.
Max gritted his teeth, body aching, but he didn’t dare make a sound. His cloak of invisibility still veiled him, and that was his only saving grace now.
The lion beast stepped forward, scanning the rubble with predatory focus. Its burning eyes narrowed, nostrils flaring as if sniffing for prey.
"Tower Lord Mathew. Thunder Lord Xandar. How did soone get inside here?" the beast demanded, its gaze sweeping across the ruined section. Its tone carried not suspicion, but certainty. It knew sothing had disturbed the sanctity of this chamber.
Max froze. Every instinct scread at him to flee, but he forced himself still, pressing his body against the cold floor. Not a breath, not a blink. He couldn’t afford even the sound of dust sliding off his cloak.
Across the table, Tower Lord Mathew rose slowly. His brows furrowed deeply, his eyes cold and sharp like daggers. His very presence radiated authority, the weight of a man who ruled countless regions with an iron hand.
"Soone broke into this place? Impossible!" Mathew’s voice bood with disbelief and wrath. "I oversaw the creation of this underground myself. Every thread of its foundation runs through my control. Without my recognition, not a single living being could step foot here."
Beside him, Thunder Lord Xandar’s expression darkened. He didn’t speak, but arcs of faint lightning flickered around his fra, betraying his own unease.
Max, hidden in the rubble, felt the cold weight of their auras pressing down on him like mountains. His chest tightened as sweat slid down his temples. He silently summoned the Blue Soul, restraining his aura to the faintest whisper—smothering his presence until even the void itself might forget him.
He dared not move. He dared not breathe. He was in the den of monsters—and two of the most powerful humans in the Middle Domain were sitting comfortably among them.
"I definitely sensed soone here," the lion-headed humanoid beast snarled, his deep voice reverberating like thunder in the hollow chamber. His lips curled back, exposing sharp fangs, and his tone dripped with contempt at Tower Lord Mathew’s assurance.
Tower Lord Mathew’s face tightened at the challenge, but before he could speak, the beast’s pupils suddenly dilated, then blazed with a terrifying golden light. A primal aura surged forth, crushing and oppressive, sweeping over the rubble like a storm hunting prey.
Max’s heart clenched. He froze even harder than before, as though his body were carved from stone. He had restrained every trace of his aura with the Blue Soul. He hadn’t even twitched a finger. He was invisible, silent, and immobile—yet the mont those golden eyes swept across the wreckage, he felt it. That chilling prickle crawling down his spine.
The beast’s face twisted into sothing even more savage, features elongating with ferocity, veins pulsing against his golden mane as if his very blood boiled. His breathing deepened, like a predator closing in on prey it could sll, even if it couldn’t see.
Then it happened.
Those glowing eyes stopped. They locked onto one point amidst the dust and debris—where Max crouched, cloaked in invisibility.
Max’s pupils shrank into slits. ’Impossible...’
He hadn’t made a sound. Not a breath of mana leaked. His Blue Soul buried his existence into nothingness. But the beast still found him.
The lion-headed monster leaned forward slightly, nostrils flaring, claws curling at his sides. His gaze didn’t waver. "There," he growled, his lips curling into a sneer that exposed teeth like jagged blades. "Do you think you can hide from ?"
Max’s mind raced. His body scread to flee, but he dared not. One movent now, one twitch, and the beast’s certainty would turn to revelation.
’How... how is he seeing ?’ Max thought, his heart hamring in his chest like a war drum. ’Even my invisibility and Blue Soul together... can’t conceal ?’
The lion-headed beast’s golden eyes burned brighter, almost as if they pierced through the very fabric of the invisibility skill itself, rendering Max’s concealnt aningless.
For the first ti in a long while, Max felt as though he was prey under the gaze of sothing far beyond him.
"Run!" Blob’s urgent voice thundered in Max’s mind like a hamr striking an anvil.
Max didn’t hesitate for even half a breath. His body crackled alive, his figure suddenly erupting in violent scarlet arcs of lightning that tore through the dust and rubble around him. The aura of his 3rd level Lightning Concept fused perfectly with the inheritance flowing in his veins—Storm King’s Inheritance: Extre Speed.
Bang!
The floor beneath his feet shattered into molten fragnts as he vanished from sight, his body dissolving into a crimson streak that shot through the underground chamber like a flash of wrathful lightning. To the onlookers, it was as if a thunderbolt had ripped open the world itself.
The sudden burst of speed shocked everyone present.
Tower Lord Mathew’s eyes widened, disbelief painting his face. His composure, always so steady and calm, cracked as he blurted, "A human?!"
Thunder Lord Xander’s expression twisted dark. The mighty aura he constantly suppressed burst forth instinctively, rattling the entire chamber.
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