Positioned at the rear of the Ultra forces encircling the Elite Class…
Maria exhaled slowly, finally feeling her wounds begin to mend after her grueling battle against Daemon and Dawn.
Her power was formidable .. but it came with a troublesome weakness. As an Empyrean, Maria was now unable to continue fighting, which was why she had fallen behind the vanguard.
The final battle was about to erupt at any moment, and when it did, the last surviving students of the Elite Class—the most gifted generation in imperial history—would be slaughtered.
Their deaths would be a devastating blow to the enemy, as these young talents had demonstrated frightening potential.
And yet, Maria felt nothing. If anything, the whole situation struck her as profoundly tragic.
How far humanity had fallen… to the point where humans were forced to kill humans, over and over again.
"You look like hell, dear Maria."
