Max reappeared in front of the enormous doors of the Fourth Shadow Trial.
The spatial light around him slowly faded, revealing his figure to the many participants gathered nearby.
For a brief moment, nobody reacted at all. Then the murmurs started.
"He's back already?"
"Did he clear it?"
"That was the Fourth Shadow. How did he finish it so fast?"
Several people turned toward him with open disbelief.
By now, Max's name had spread all through the Ten Shadows Trial. Most people in the fourth monolith knew exactly who he was, and many had heard about his win over Westora. Some had even been waiting around to see how long the Fourth Shadow would hold him.
The answer had come far sooner than any of them expected.
A few Primordials stared at him with complicated expressions, while several Dragon Race geniuses looked unconvinced, and others simply said nothing at all.
Max ignored every one of them, since he had long since grown used to the attention.
