Kelly stared at the glowing formation, forcing herself to keep her boiling emotions under control.
A crowd of teenagers gathered in front of the barrier—some talking in tight circles, others standing around as if they owned the place. Most wore expensive gear, their weapons giving off a sharp, dangerous pulse.
And the crazy part? Almost none of them were below the Dust Wielder stage.
Kelly's jaw tightened. These were the nobles of Zathron. The commoners had barely survived the beast tide—most of them hadn't survived at all. They had been wiped out, torn apart while these nobles simply cruised overhead in their airships, watching the massacre unfold from above.
Kelly might've forgiven them if that was all they did.
But they had blocked communication.
They had let thousands die because it was convenient for them.
She had nearly died!
Swallowing the anger burning in her throat, she glanced at the system message that had popped up minutes ago:
