The cavern was a graveyard of heroes, their broken forms strewn across the jagged stone floor.
Some were dead, their lifeless eyes staring into the void, while others clung to fading threads of life, their breaths shallow and faltering.
The ranking system that had once elevated these warriors to pedestals of glory now seemed a cruel mockery. Dr. Kuseno, the architect of this carnage, stood at the heart of the chaos, his presence radiating a power that dwarfed the metrics of any hero classification. He was no mere villain—he was a force of nature, a calamity in human form.
Which is where I come in.
"Skill: Exchange..." I whispered, my voice barely audible over the distant drip of water echoing in the cave.
Tti-ring.
[Active Skill: Exchange.]
