Five hundred and one F-tiers.
It was a shocking number, the sort of army that most on the tier of F would find themselves running in the opposite direction of.
These weren't normal F-tiers. They were the geniuses of the Sanctum, young, budding experts that would one day become the pillars of the Sanctum, helping to raise up the next of them.
Any one of these F-tiers could have ruled Earth if they had been plopped down there. And yet, they were now all gone in a matter of moments.
Gralith was still sitting in his chair, his eyes still closed. What scene was playing out was clear enough to him, though. He knew what kind of character Sylas had, that was why he was surprised he had appeared so early.
But after guessing that Sylas had likely become the new Dominus Paragon, he felt that it made more sense.
