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Arthur moved like a phantom, his steps barely making a sound as he ascended the platform with incredible speed.
The sheer pressure emanating from the stairs, which crushed the weaker competitors, seemed non-existent to him.
Each step he took sent ripples through the air, causing shockwaves that disrupted the energies around him.
In the distant shadows, several figures cloaked in dark robes whispered among themselves. Their gazes remained fixed on Arthur, their eyes flickering with ominous intent.
"This is problematic," one of them muttered, his voice hoarse with concern. "He's climbing too fast. If he reaches the top, the situation will spiral out of control."
Another figure, taller and exuding a sinister aura, responded in a cold tone, "Then we act sooner than planned. The Hartfield Empire must fall under our before he gains full control of the realm."
The others nodded in agreement.
