They both looked ahead with calm and confident eyes. Even though it was their first time facing a battle in a zone like this, there wasn't the slightest trace of hesitation in their gaze. In fact, a clear sense of curiosity radiated from them. If they wanted to keep moving forward and grow stronger, they had to get used to real combat—and this was the perfect opportunity.
Luxandor was slightly surprised by Lein's request. The sect leader narrowed his eyes, observing Laras and Efan briefly before turning his gaze back to Lein.
"Forgive me, Lord Lein, but are you sure?" he asked for confirmation, his tone carrying a hint of concern.
Lein nodded without hesitation. He understood Luxandor's worry— from the perspective of others, Laras and Efan were merely mid-stage grandmasters, a level seemingly unfit for a large-scale battle like this. However, Lein knew something others didn't. With the clone swords they held, their capabilities far exceeded those of ordinary grandmasters.
