Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1492 An Elven Woman!

"98th floor…" Mathew Grimes whispered softly while gazing at the projection. His eyes then drifted gradually toward Joe, as memories surfaced of Joe's previous remarks concerning the Violet Star Palace disciples who had attained this level but could not advance past it.

The implication of those words pressed firmly on his thoughts.

Within the Divine Realm, Violet Star Palace ranked as no ordinary power. It was one of the top third-rate factions, harboring innumerable gifted disciples trained by mighty elders.

Since even the prodigies fostered by such an organization couldn't overcome the defender on the ninety-eighth floor, the challenge of this stage surpassed their earlier expectations by a wide margin.

"So he has reached the ninety-eighth floor," Joe remarked with a composed grin, giving a light nod as he observed the projection.

"As I said before, this is the stage that none of my Violet Star Palace disciples have ever succeeded in conquering."

His tone blended arrogance and gravity. The arrogance stemmed from his sect boasting disciples capable of accessing such a daunting height, whereas the gravity arose from his deep awareness of the guardian's immense prowess on that level.

"What sort of foe emerges on the ninety-eighth floor?" Victor Veron inquired right then. Curiosity burned in his eyes as he kept viewing the projection.

He couldn't resist pondering what kind of fighter could halt even the mightiest talents from a formidable third-rate power.

Joe stayed quiet briefly, as if dredging up old events.

Next, his face grew grave.

"If memory serves, the adversary is an elven female," he stated deliberately. "Based on our past observations, her might is utterly fearsome. She outstrips the defender of the ninety-seventh floor by a huge margin. If I'm right, she's probably a key personality among the elves in the Divine Realm."

"An elven woman?" The seven family heads displayed clear astonishment.

Such a response had caught them off guard.

The Combat Legion Tower was widely seen as a relic of the Black Dragon Clan. Thus, they figured the fighters inside would primarily be humans from the Divine Realm. The notion of a non-human challenger appearing in the tower hadn't crossed their minds seriously.

Although ties between humans and elves weren't as antagonistic as those with demons, a profound distrust lingered between the races. History was rife with clashes between them, and neither had ever fully relaxed vigilance toward the other.

This made it hard for the family heads to grasp how an elven woman could access the Combat Legion Tower and imprint a soul fragment there.

Spotting their bewilderment, Joe offered a faint smile before elaborating.

"Keep in mind that this Combat Legion Tower links to two others," he explained steadily. "Altogether, three such towers dot the Divine Realm."

"At first, my Violet Star Palace uncovered two of them. But later, one was handed to your forebears following a bet between our ancestors."

He halted for a second before going on.

"So there's yet another Combat Legion Tower hidden somewhere in the expansive Divine Realm. It's feasible that this elven woman accessed the tower via that third one and deposited her soul fragment in it. Since the three combat towers interconnect, she serves as the guardian for the 98th floor in all three."

The seven family heads absorbed Joe's clarification attentively and gradually nodded in agreement. The concept that the elven woman had joined through the enigmatic third tower struck them as logical.

After all, with three linked towers in play, fighters from various Divine Realm areas might join the identical challenge and embed their soul fragments.

Yet the third Combat Legion Tower stayed an utter enigma. Over the ages, its whereabouts had eluded discovery. That ambiguity rendered the chance of the elven woman originating from the concealed tower entirely plausible.

Should elves have located the third tower and ventured inside, imprinting a soul fragment into the tower system wouldn't prove impossible.

"And the final two guardians on the ninety-ninth and one-hundredth floors?" Mathew Grimes questioned just then. His stare stayed locked on Joe during the query.

The inquiry swiftly captured the focus of the remaining family heads and elders too. Such interest was inevitable. With the ninety-eighth floor already housing a combatant potent enough to block Violet Star Palace's prodigies, the sentinels of the concluding pair of levels had to be vastly more daunting.

Joe replied with a wry grin, raising his hands a bit.

"On that, I'm clueless," he confessed straightforwardly. "No one has ever stepped onto the ninety-ninth or one-hundredth floor. Consequently, details on the potential foe or sentinel there remain unknown."

His look turned more reflective as he kept talking.

"Still, if I had to speculate, they'd undoubtedly eclipse the elven woman on the ninety-eighth floor in strength."

Right then, the energy buildup in the ninety-eighth floor's arena at last settled. For a few breaths, the whole field had hung silent while the Combat Legion Tower gradually formed the subsequent guardian's shape.

In contrast to prior levels where fighters materialized swiftly, crafting this adversary demanded markedly more time, as if the tower required extra effort to mold the fragment.

Finally, the whirling glow dimmed.

A silhouette occupied the arena's heart.

She was an elven woman, just as Joe had portrayed. Her look embodied the refined allure famed among elves throughout the Divine Realm. Cascading golden locks tumbled down her back like a stream of lunar light, and her lithe form rose poised and elegant.

Pointed ears peeked through her tresses, and her features held a serene yet noble allure that bordered on ethereal.

She donned lightweight armor fashioned from substances that gleamed subtly with spiritual essence. Though not burdensome, the armor emanated a polished might that betrayed its exceptional quality.

She gripped an elongated bow of venerable and grand design. Its frame bore elaborate runes that pulsed gently, as if harboring deep natural principles.

As soon as her essence fully anchored in the arena, a potent aura emanated from her frame.

The force dwarfed anything Max had encountered on earlier stages. It went beyond a mere peak Rebirth Realm presence. The energy enveloping her conveyed an archaic and limitless depth, suggesting the fragment embodied a figure at her race's zenith.

Beyond the tower, the elders and family heads at once sensed the disparity.

"This has to be her," one family head murmured lowly, eyes glued to the projection.

Within the tower, Max had lingered steadily awaiting the foe's arrival.

But upon clearly beholding the woman's form, his frame abruptly stiffened.

His eyes expanded a touch as surprise etched his expression. For the initial time in the Combat Legion Tower, the steady poise he'd upheld across all fights vanished.