It didn't take a genius to figure out that the waves of Demons would be set at a particularly high difficulty. The youths of the 073 Sanctum wouldn't even survive the first wave, and their skills—whatever they might be—would be useless.
Nosphaleen was sure that some of them might have some niche abilities she could make use of, but there were tens of thousands of them and she didn't have the time to vet them one by one. There wasn't enough time.
She would just end up wasting her time defending them all. Her top priority was Sylas' safety; they would just die because she would rather that than overextending herself and putting Sylas in danger.
Plus, Sylas was the lynchpin to all of this. If Sylas died, Nosphaleen—who wasn't a real member of the Sanctum to begin with—couldn't continue on her own in the first place.
The disciples looked toward one another. The massacre of the geniuses of the bottom 60 was still fresh in their minds. Every one of them had died pitifully.
