Compared to the destruction of corruption, even battling a Rank 7 could be considered child's play.
Markus leaned back in his chair, the shadows from the lamp casting deep lines across his weathered face. 'Three years…' he thought. Three long years since the corruption first appeared in their world. Three years of desperate battles, of containment and sacrifice. And in all that time, despite their strongest efforts, despite deploying their Rank 9 legends… not once had they succeeded in destroying it.
And yet this boy,
Markus's eyes shifted to Leon, limp on Racheal's back, his pale skin faintly glowing with the eerie stillness of unconsciousness.
'This boy was able to do what even Rank 9s could not.'
