It was a presence that made no effort to conceal itself, leaving its aura spreading chaotically even to the farthest depths of this seemingly endless void.
White could sense it, even though his eyes had yet to see far enough to lock onto it.
And the more he chased after that aura, the faster the rings in his eyes spun, burning harder and harder with rage, until that fury erupted into a wave of anger that swept through the Void, expanding farther and farther until everything within a kilometer radius around him was painted a deep blood red.
One could easily say the Supernaturals had been responsible for Humanity's misery.
Every Human would believe that, but White as an Emissary knew was that the truth went far beyond that.
The Supernaturals were nothing more than a tool used to create that misery.
The one who was truly worthy of blame was the one who had unleashed and wielded that tool in the first place.
