Inside a training space far away, Colonel Zenon, who had been about to go investigate why Atticus had scanned the island, suddenly paused.
His head snapped to the side with impossible speed, his gaze trembling as his eyes widened so far it should have been impossible.
"No way… it can't be…"
The voice was only an echo, Zenon was already gone.
The room he had been in exploded into debris, destroyed by the sheer force of his departure.
…
Back at the random island, as the intense light dimmed, the figures were revealed fully, one by one.
They numbered in the hundreds, exactly as many as the youths who had just turned to dust.
Cold eyes.
Colder auras.
And a killing intent so potent, it flooded the island like a storm.
Every single one of them wore a crazed expression, maniacal madmen, deranged and twisted.
Some stood with eerie smiles, others expressionless but deadly. The majority radiated an aura at the peak of Grandmaster+ rank.
But not all of them stood at that level.
