Out of the billions of people on Earth, there were not more than a thousand King Tiers, and currently, these King Tiers, whose summons could shake cities, looked minuscule in comparison to the Mana Tree.
After forty-eight hours of continuous battle, over a hundred King Tiers had been lost. Most of the remaining nine hundred had broken into High Tier; some rose to Throne Tier with greater potential, a few to Saint Tier with potentials reaching the Divine Tier, but as many of them had discovered, the Origin Tier seemed out of reach.
Arian stood before his Oni Ronin. After eating over three hundred fruits, his summon now stood at eleven feet tall, with black inscriptions covering its blue skin.
Its black hakama rippled around the Ronin's powerful legs. Both the Ronin and his summoner, standing on a branch above the clouds, looked up. The tree still stretched beyond the clouds, its top unknown.
