Heartbeat and breathing—they are rhythms.

“Hah!”

With precise footwork, Randolph evaded a massive flaming fist, a burst of electricity, and a spray of venom. Rhythm was everything.

“[Roaring Gale Blade Storm]!”

Even the incantations calling forth the wind spirits, the ferocious magical attack unleashing countless blades of wind, and the onslaught that tore apart the undead enemies—a dinosaur-like monster called a *Destroy Kaiser Rex Zombie*, with horns, lightning-emitting manes, and acidic saliva, as well as the *Blaze Giant Ghost*, whose burning body incinerates anything too close—all followed a rhythm.

“GYAAAAAAHHH!”

“GOAAAAAHHH!”

“UOOOOHHHH!”

The undead roared in chorus, creating a deafening …