Leon over there, the little guy had already readily agreed.
Success or failure is in the hands of fate.
...
Returning to the Ancient Dragon Continent.
Levi put the Netherworld King's Armor on Leon.
The armor continuously shrank, adapting to Leon's body size.
Then, a miniature figure clad in black armor appeared.
"Master, this armor is so cool."
Leon whistled.
Ahead, the black mist condensed, death energy transformed into a skeletal warhorse about ten feet tall.
Its aura was evidently of level 8 stature.
Leon leaped onto the warhorse.
Being too small, he was covered by the horse's mane.
From afar, only the horse was visible, not the man.
"Giddyup!"
Leon rode into the void, roaming within the Mother River.
Levi let the little guy study the armor on his own.
He waited for the ancient tower to open.
...
The Dark Ancient Tower.
There were no major issues on the fifth and seventh floors.
Neither Kane nor Rune Land had any.
