"Challenger Leon. You have overcome what none have before. The Mirror. The Dreambane. The Weightless. Now your body carries wounds most mortals could not even comprehend—yet you stand. Impressive."
Everyone turned.
An elder Obsidian Ant descended from the high balcony, flanked by elite guards. His carapace shimmered like smoked crystal, and his aura pulsed with refined Shell Pulse mastery.
Leon recognized him: Elder Ka'rall, the one responsible for judging worthy warriors.
Ka'rall stepped forward and extended a crystalline scroll—etched with shifting fractals and sealed with a complex mana knot.
"This is the Memory Scroll of Va'torr. Within it lies his greatest technique: the Precision Matrix."
Leon reached for it with reverence.
Ka'rall's hand lingered. "But I offer you more than this. You are not just a brawler. You are becoming something more. The Shell Reverb you wield has begun to intersect with something even deeper."
Leon looked up, puzzled. "Deeper?"
