Commander Leone stood tall, his expression unusually solemn as he leveled his spear toward the black cube. Every inch of his body radiated a sharp, unyielding aura—the embodiment of years of relentless spear training.
Spear Concept surged from him like invisible waves, and at that moment, he channeled all of it to the very tip of his weapon, forming a terrifyingly precise point of destruction.
A low hum echoed through the hall as his energy condensed, sharp enough to slice the air around him.
Taking a deliberate stance, his feet steady and his grip unshakable, he thrust his spear forward with a roar, unleashing all his power into a single, concentrated strike.
Bang!
The moment his spear struck the cube, it vanished into it like water into sand. There was no recoil, no spark, just eerie silence—and then, the cube lit up faintly as glowing numbers appeared: 3698.
