"I will not leave you alive, woman."
Wester Silver's voice trembled, not from fear but from rage so dense it seemed to distort the air around him.
His eyes turned bloodshot as ether energy burst outward, wrapping his body in a blazing crimson aura that shimmered like molten armor. The pressure radiating from him forced nearby guards to instinctively step back.
Among the onlooking experts who had gathered outside the shattered compound, whispers erupted.
"He is in the six-star rank?"
"He broke through?"
"When did that happen?"
"Is it genuine or pill-induced?"
Even the elite soldiers dispatched by the Palace exchanged uneasy glances.
Against a metal construct that had shrugged off five-star attacks and slaughtered trained warriors in seconds, they had felt powerless.
Now, their hopes hung precariously on Wester Silver.
