"Zephiron."
"I wish for you to reach the Summit with me."
A man with long white hair stood beside him.
His silver-white hair flowed gently in the wind, reaching past his shoulders. Unlike Zephiron's imposing presence, the man looked calm and approachable. There was always a relaxed smile on his face, as though nothing in existence could truly trouble him.
Yet Zephiron knew better.
Beneath that smile was one of the strongest beings their universe had ever produced.
The man crossed his arms and looked toward the endless staircase leading upward.
"After the Tenth Floor, we'll be competing against Stream Hunters from other universes."
His voice carried a hint of curiosity.
"Do you still think we'll remain the strongest?"
Zephiron laughed, a proud laugh.
"The strongest?"
He shook his head.
"It does not matter."
The white-haired man raised an eyebrow.
"Oh?"
"If they are stronger than us, then we'll surpass them."
Zephiron's eyes burned with confidence.
