The air on the deck seemed to grow heavy. Thomas's mind reeled as he processed the title. Sector 655 was a high-tier metropolitan zone, a place that made Retto Town look like a dusty village.
The Vice Leader of a Central SA branch wasn't just a hero; he was a political and military powerhouse.
The Golden Hand continued, his image now glowing brightly within the recording sphere.
"I have spent three centuries seeking the pure source of Qi. I have tasted the elixirs of the High Alchemists and stood in the presence of the S-rank Elders. But never, in all my years, have I encountered a purification as absolute as the one found here on the Voyager. If you seek the next stage of your evolution, stop wandering the mists. The Joker is waiting."
Thomas stood still, his heart drumming against his ribs. He had wanted a testimonial, but he had accidentally captured a proclamation from a god.
