Sylas looked at the timer by his notification screen. There wasn't much time left, just six hours.
But it was enough.
Sylas turned to find a surge of existences rushing toward this location, more seas of black filling the already dense black region.
He could have left with ease. He could teleport anywhere on Earth whenever he wanted.
But why did he need to?
He didn't even bother to scan their stats. His Will washed over them one after another and he reached one conclusion.
Weak.
It didn't matter if they were of the F-Grade or E-Grade; the conclusion was the very same, showing not the slightest hint of change.
These were without a doubt the fodder of Legacy. Sylas had long concluded that it must be Legacy; there was no other organization with this depth.
If there was, then maybe Earth was more screwed than even he thought. But…
He highly doubted it.
Slowly, Sylas raised a hand.
